The Matures and their Not-So-Mature Minds
I have to admit: the year 2010 really started off fantastically for me. It has been so long since I have been truly positive about living. I mean I have been wasting 2009 away (I think I had just repeated this for the God-knows-how-many-times on this blog) and was clueless when I can actually seize back all the lost time.
Sometimes I ask myself whether I can actually deduct one year for my age. You know, I have not been making good use of my time, why not give it back to me and I’ll try to make it up? Oh well, we know too well that it is impossible to do that.
So, what exactly have I been doing this month? For God’s sake, it’s already the 25th of January! I have made use most of my January by swimming. To be more precise, I have been learning on how to swim. That’s right, you did not see anything mistakes in the previous sentence, I am learning how to swim.
Funny how many people I’ve told actually made fun of that. Up till now, I have not exactly told many people about it. The mockery from others that entails my honesty is what I am trying to avoid. I am embarrassed to the fact that, despite having reached 20 years old, I cannot even stay calm in water.
God, it’s embarrassing enough to have to learn swimming together with a bunch of kids who are six to eight years old. My cheeks actually felt hotter when surrounded by those kids’ parents, chit-chatting away and occasionally making jokes about hopefully-not-me!
I have endured a good 3 weeks of the lessons and I have to thank God, I finally know how to swim, albeit the very basic moves. At least I have stepped out of my comfort zones. Perhaps some of the people who were turned down by me when asked to go swimming with them last time finally understand why I will try to make all sorts of excuses to reject the offers.
Sometimes, Adults are just so immature and tend to look beyond the embarrassment. I have to admit to myself I have actually grown wiser after all these swimming lessons and those laughing kids and parents around me. I have learnt to overcome one of my weaknesses: to admit defeat on areas I am not familiar with without even trying really hard to learn.
Two months ago I would probably be blaming my parents for not bringing me to those swimming lessons when I was seven or eight years old, but it’s a totally different story today. I am grateful that they did not do so, so that more than 10 years later, their son actually realises something out of it and learns beyond those swimming strokes.
