Chapter Sixty-Nine: Click!

It is usually the people who smile the most in the company of all that think most about what has made them happy and what will not when they’re alone. The people around you make the most significant difference in your moods when there is the physical presence of familiar faces and the physical presence of the unfamiliar ones.

Such thoughts have always crossed my mind ever since I met Roderick- I wasn’t thinking below 12. I always knew that if I was walking on the street and got into a spot of trouble, and if Roderick was in the vicinity, he would risk his butt to save me. I hope.

But I wondered, what about acquaintences? What about mutual friends? Where do they lie in this spectrum of nobility where they do not fall under the category of platonic relationships? Would it happen that if I fell, that if I were to be fighting for my life that such people would come to my safety? am I at such a level with them? This also raises the question if Singaporeans or the circle of friends I have is indeed a circle of trust.

I believe that most of us should aim for such a comfort zone and such a circle of trust. One which is strongest in its values such that they will come to your aid in times of need whether a matter of life or death a not. Ask yourself the question how many of your friends fall under such a circle, and how many do not.

The most altruistic of us would rush to a friend’s safety. Unfortunately, altruism does not exist.

I met Roderick the other day on the bus once again by chance (thank you God!), and I asked him about how the people there were and he said something that once again struck me (cue sound of lightbulb flashing): “…but they’re not like you and me, like cannot click like…that y’know lah”

Clicking.

The sound of a mouse clicking, the connotations behind it suggest how much a relationship with someone can exist. It’s unfair that Rod compare myself and the people he met because seriously, it was by fate, by luck, by coincedence, by precedence that the first person I talked to in secondary school would turn out to be a great man that I truly love but that is beside the point.

What does it mean by this word ‘clicking’? What do you define as clicking with someone. To put it as bluntly and as straightforward as possible, clicking with someone would mean to be able to talk with someone without stopping, without worrying about stopping and without worries that you stopped.

People you can click with are people you can pour what you feel out whether in the emotional sense or materialistic sense, the moment what you speak is beyond a joke, when all seriousness percolates your words…you will see a friend in the person.

Until the person backstabs you lah…which happens sometimes in this insanely unfair world.

If only this world was fair, we would have perfect competition, perfect societies of law and civil but we will have absent what sets us apart from animals.

A conscience.