Becoming Human

This post is an answer dedicated to my Psychology and Organisational Behaviour final exam question, which asked me to evaluate myself following a behavioural assessment test. Yes, it is different from all the poetic and personal writings that I’ve had so far, but I believe posting something like this once in awhile will be useful.


In this essay, I would like to evaluate and analyse the results of my behavioural assessment test for my cognition, entrepreneurial potential, and emotional intelligence exploration, which will be done using the knowledge that I have gained throughout this course. I will then criticise my weakest points and explain how I plan to improve these aspects. Before we begin, it is important to note that I made the decision to choose these three people to assess me as they are currently my closest friends who have known me intensely for quite some time as of right now. Therefore, the judgements that they make of me should be wiser and more accurate than anyone.

Before taking the assessment, I wanted to see how accurate I was in assessing myself. Hence, I made several assumptions. First, I presumed that I will excel in my cognition as I am confident in activities that involve conscious intelligence. The way I perceive, think, and understand things set me apart from most people in a novel way, like what everyone says about me. Aside from that, I sensed that I would have a considerably high result on my entrepreneurial potential, mainly because I like to have control in everything that I do and I love anything that challenges me. But for emotional intelligence, I quickly presumed that my results would be below average. This is simple to explain as emotions are my least developed trait and I often do not understand what certain feelings mean. As for empathy, I tend to keep it closed solely for the people of whom I care about and know deeply. Sadly, I do not care about most people despite my greed in wanting to know others for the sake of pure curiosity.

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HOME – Nikon FM, Portra 400

Without a surprise, my results showed that I am mostly correct. The results of each factor of both my cognitive and entrepreneurial potential are above the average results of other people, so things such as systematic thinking, problem solving, risk-taking, and locus of control are part of my greater qualities: proof that I have the capacity and ability to become an entrepreneur and a leader —not to mention I have great influence and inspirational leadership towards others, according to results and real life occurrences. This fits the assumptions I made of myself, which means that most of my characters are in the Arena field of Johari’s Window, known to others and known to myself. Hence, it is safe to say that both my closest friends and I see me as the same person.

A FRIEND – Nikon FM, Portra 400

My emotional intelligence is a bit more tricky to conclude however, as I am neither consistently weak nor consistently strong in each factor. Emotional intelligence consists of 5 factors: self-awareness, self-control, social skills, empathy, and motivation.

To begin with, my closest friends believe that I have a higher degree of self-awareness than I think I do, but we both agreed that I lack heavily in self-control. For social skills, I am not very good nor am I fond of building bonds, but communication is my second greatest strength, which means I am able to communicate suavely with others something that I know of myself very well, as I often use my communication skills to control others cleverly. But my interpersonal skills, which is essentially social skills itself, is my fourth least-developed weakness. Therefore, my relationships with others along with my social-skills ultimately suck. My empathy result surprised me, however. As it lies within the Hidden Area / Facade of Johari’s Window. Meaning, I consider myself owning greater empathy than average, but my friends think I have much less. For motivation, which I believe is achievement drive, I prove to have a higher score than average. But if motivation consists of a positive general mood, then I may lack motivation a little as positive general mood is my greatest weakness.

Now that an evaluation of my results have been finished, I will now discuss about my weaknesses, primarily focusing onto the ones that I desperately need to improve on. They are: self-control, intrapersonal intelligence, and interpersonal intelligence. The reason why I did not choose positive general mood and stress management despite the fact that these two are lower, is because the two aspects can fall under self-control.

Self-control is the ability to control emotions, thoughts, and behaviour in the face of temptations and impulses. It is knowing how to discipline myself from pursuing the things that I want but that might not be in my best interest. Undoubtedly, self-control is heavily influenced by emotions and the degree to how strong my demand should be fulfilled. Because my curiosity in experiencing the things I want always surpasses the speed at which I evaluate the risks and consequences of them, and I never really excel at managing my emotions (results show that I am just average), my self-control tends to fall apart. I will move to behave according to what piques my curiosity, regardless of the outcomes fulfilling it may have. This had actually produced quite hazardous (however meaningful) experiences, like challenging a number of “respectable” people in a heated argument for a light example, which later results in long-term resentment from the other party. But the way I’m constructed, I never truly regret anything in life.

In terms of how to improve my self-control, I would like to begin with developing my emotions, that is understanding and managing my emotions better, which means allowing myself to feel things when they come to me. One of the biggest tragedy that occurred to me, the day I understood that I had to sacrifice my dream to reduce the burden I impose towards others or the day I lost the person I wanted to be with after giving my all, was when feelings and attachments to transient things cloud my judgement and ruin my logic for a long period of time. It makes me think more without substantial results. Because of those events, I decided to stop myself from ever accepting emotions and learned how to cut ties with my feelings. However, in doing so, I’ve also wasted experiencing many meaningful events without feeling anything significant. It had also detained me from believing in my intuition. I need to relearn the virtue of allowing myself to feel things first, and put enough trust in myself that I would act accordingly in the face of emotions.

Apart from that, I need to strictly remember that taking upon my curiosity might end up with me being deeply damaged both mentally, thereafter physically. Despite the knowledges I might gain, I must be aware of the side-effects acquiring this information may have towards me. Although that will surely be of a great challenge.

BRAGA – Nikon FM, Portra 400

Intrapersonal intelligence is similar to self-control, as intrapersonal is the internal communication that I have with my own thoughts and the relationship that I have with myself (this all occurs in my mind). And I talk to myself a lot, you see. My mind bears a heavy task since I rely on my thinking greatly. It’s what allows me to walk proudly with the cognitive intelligence that I have. But sometimes I neglect the personal care and kindness that my mind needs. As I mentioned briefly before I have a very abusive mind, which means I destruct myself quite often and I like to blame myself along with belittling who I am for when things go wrong. It grew to me as a habit, perhaps even inherited from my mother. To improve the relationship that I have with myself, I should trust myself and become more aware of who I am, but most importantly, learn how to be kinder with myself. I need to understand that not everything wrong in life occurs because of my fault, or because I am not “enough”. I need to understand that unfortunate things can occur because of the faults and sins of other people, or simply because life decided that they should.

Interpersonal intelligence refers to how well I am able to act socially, which mainly includes social interactions and a positive general mood (this may entail having an extroverted personality or the liking towards people in general). Although communication is my second greatest strength, having a positive general mood is my greatest weakness: I’m more of a realist than an optimist. Plus, I am indisputably more of an introvert, as large groups of people of whom I am not familiar with often exhausts me or give me anxiety. I also do not have a great liking towards people in general: I choose the people I want to understand. To be honest, I don’t yet have a grand scheme on how to improve my social skills. Most people tell me that I need to know how to have small talks, but I hate small talks because they seem to me like nothing but a waste of time. I understand that at some point I must know how to have small talks, but right now is not the time. So instead, I developed a small strategy. It includes befriending extroverted people, which have been successful as three of my closest friends who assessed me are all social butterflies and extroverts themselves, and slowly opening myself towards others: taking my time to adopt a liking towards humanity itself.

With this I believe I will become better at being human.

Langit yang Diam

4 bulan. Aku memiliki 4 bulan saja sebelum aku harus berangkat dan tinggal di negara asing. 4 bulan sampai semua rutinitas, tempat-tempat yang aku sering kunjungi, dan orang-orang yang aku suka temui, tidak bisa kusentuh untuk satu setengah tahun —atau lebih? Aku belum tahu. Hal-hal yang telah kususun untuk hampir 2 tahun di kota Bandung ini akan segera menghilang. Dan aku tidak bisa mengembalikkannya.


Berbincang dengan Langit
—M. Aan Mansyur

2.
“kupikir lebih indah membaca
bibirmu ketika kau tidak
mengucapkan apa-apa. aku

semata mau melihat benakmu
bergetar—merah muda
dan tidak berdaya.

seperti sebatang leher
dan kehendak. seperti sepasang
mata dan tempat sembunyi.”

Olympus Superzoom, Portra 400 by Balthazar
Olympus Superzoom, Portra 400 by Balthazar

Cinta,

izinkan aku untuk pamit lewat pisah. Untuk melupakanmu satu persatu lebih dahulu. Agar kesedihan menjalankan hari-hari tanpamu tidak akan datang kepadaku ketika aku sudah tidak bisa apa-apa tentangya. Agar aku bisa kembali ke sebelum aku pergi dan bukan hanya kamu yang menghuni pikiranku. Karena aku ingin memiliki tempat untuk mengingat orang lain. Dan karena aku tidak ingin dipaksa untuk merasakan kehilangan, as I have always been, tapi karena aku memilih untuk merasakannya.

Honey

Keywords: post-midterms, clumsy, morning coffee, returning to film, honey, birthdays, drowsy —rest, baby.


Within numbered days, I will soon turn 20. But I’ve never liked the number 20. I’ve always instead, since the day I fell in love with a boy in 6th grade whose birthday I thought was on the 19th of August, liked the number 19. As evident from my primary email addressAnd in my turning 19, I had begged God to make it my most endearing tragedy. Tragedy in the way that it teaches me to be kinder and more forgiving only. And I was met with very endearing tragedies, you see.

Rumah yang Menghilang

auribus teneo lupum.

Writing about this semester from the beginning would only be a gravely fault, for that is where the story of you lies: the most endearing tragedy I have ever met in a person – proof that my curiosity can indeed lead me to my own deaths. I have written and thought about you more than enough to make me feel incredibly tired of remembering your chronology in mine, so please, allow me to skip your part.


DI DEKAT JENDELA PESAWAT TERBANG
—M. Aan Mansyur

Aku ingin menulis surat. Meminta maaf atas nama cermin dan kaca jendela, langit dan cahaya, juga segala yang tidak percaya kepada matamu pada pagi hari. Selamat pagi. Apa kabar? Kenyataan ialah api yang berkobar di antara dadamu dan inginku. Atau segala apa yang berkibar di antara anganmu dan tanganku. Di tempat sejauh dan sedekat ini, tidak ada yang nyata melebihi hal-hal yang kabur dan mustahil disentuh. Apakah aku tidur di mimpimu?

Mencintai ialah menenggelamkan diri ke dalam lautan hal kecil yang memiliki kekuatan besar membuatku bersedih. Setiap waktu. Atau—aku takut kedalaman, kau tahu—menyaksikan hamparan hutan dari udara dan menyadari seluruh yang tampak hijau adalah kepedihan. Aku curiga pesawat ini sengaja diciptakan sebagai cara lain memusnahkan manusia dari bumi.

Rumah terakhir bagi seorang yang kucintai ialah ingatan. Memiliki kehilangan: bukti aku tidak berhenti mencintaimu. Apakah kau akan berdiri di depan pintu saat aku tiba, seperti biasa, merentangkan sepasang lengan yang selalu berharap ditubuhi?

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“Returning home” – Paris, September 2018 / Olympus Superzoom with Kodak T-Max 100

I used to think that the human heart could only endure so much and that there was a limit to how overwhelming an event could be. When August began, I was excited and hopeful to see how things would unravel from here on out; with the introduction of you, of visiting new places, and of meeting new people. Little did I know that nothing of the past could have prepared me for the fourth semester. I was only lucky enough to know that subjects were quiet easy this time around, though class schedules were awfully put together – as if a child had overtaken the task. Still, despite everything that has happened, I am still here.

In the early of September and December, I was taught through very heart-wrenching events that I had missed home. Home to me here is not some windowed walls or a sheltering roof that had been carefully architected for shelter and rest. That is a house. Home is a feeling from a place or a person: tempat kembali dan tempat yang kan kau rindu. Home is where I feel safe and calm, where each corner of a person’s eyes, or lips, or fingertips encompasses me with warmth and kindness; where every scent and fabric of the belongings of a room envelopes me away from the riddles of the world with comfort. Home can come from friends, families, or lovers. It can also be from restaurants or poolsides. Some may have them from childhood, which I too had had but lost along the way when I was leaving Oman; and some may find them in a person that they have fallen for, which I did however wrongly.

When the flight to Germany took me and my friends away from Indonesia, the afternoon you decided that I shouldn’t matter, maka dari itu kamu menghilang, the air in my chest felt as though it had vanished. I didn’t know when you began becoming my home, but the loss of your presence made me realise then that you were. How someone as broken and as stained as you struck to me as home in a mere few weeks leaves me baffled until now. The same way I don’t get to choose how other people feel about me, however, I don’t get to choose how I feel about you too. Dan pada akhirnya,

rumah pun menghilang.

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“Kembalilah kepadaku, cinta” – Paris, September 2018 / Olympus Superzoom with Kodak T-Max 100

I had thought losing you —and I say this as though I ever had you, no I didn’t— was enough of a hurting that would last me quiet some time. Before I even managed to heal these open wounds, which had aggravated with you coming back only to use me once more, December came along. And that first Friday of December is a memory I’m not fond of: a heightened state of disappointment and hopelessness of which I had to undergo because someone who I thought should accept me, or at least listen to me sympathetically, didn’t do so at all.

It may sound insignificant, but to me it had meant the world. You see, I don’t care enough about what other people think about me. I made the decision not to a long time ago after learning how damaging it was to one’s self in doing so. But the people of whom I’ve dedicated my entire life to, my parents, I couldn’t not care. So imagine how it would feel to know that the sufferings that you have gone through in the pursuit of obeying their demands didn’t matter at all. Dan pada akhirnya,

rumah pun menghilang.


SEBELUM SENDIRI
—M. Aan Mansyur

12.
“kenangan dan harapan, kata satu
penyair, dua negara yang tidak ada
di peta. kubawa keduanya ke mana-mana

dan ingatan: paspor yang selalu minta
diperbarui.

dalam diriku: membentang jarak kedua
negara itu. dari sana hidup melimpahkan
sepi. di puisi ini kusimpan separuh untukmu

sebagai langit yang tidak tahu berubah warna
atau jendela atau buku cerita yang menghapus
kata-kata sendiri atau rumah tanpa penghuni.
kelak kau menginginkan

sepi melebihi apa pun, ketika tidak mampu
kautemukan dirimu di mana-mana. dan akan

kau paham hidup adalah upaya menerima
ketidaksanggupan dan menolak keinginan

supaya langit atau jendela buku rumah itu
melumpuhkan kau dengan sepi yang lebih
berat daripada ketanpaan”


I find it rather surprising (in a good way, some may say) that despite everything, I am still here. And this, even I cannot fathom. I had every reason to leave, which I did want to do, and considering my reckless character and determination once it is born, I could do so very easily if I wished. But entah, I simply didn’t take the chance. This story isn’t fiction, and in truth I do not possess an answer as to why I chose to persevere instead. I had no one I loved and nothing I strongly desired for. Yet, I am still here.

Perhaps it isn’t the bigger of reasons that made me stay. Perhaps it had simply been the small things; a certain word a person used to describe me when they heard of this story –“you are strong, in a lot of ways. I admire that in you”, a certain place I only kinda want to visit someday –Labuan Bajo, a cute barista in a cafe I frequently go to –hello Old Ben’s, a particular dress I wish to purchase from Mango, and a certain feeling I wish to find again –home.

Now that this has become a very old story, I wanted to say thank you.

Thank you for all the hurting, and the sad, pathetic, melancholic remembrance of the times that we were together peacefully —no matter how fleeting the encounters were. I am grateful. Really. Grateful to have met a horrible person who showed me how evil and selfish a person could be, who showed me that I am indeed kinder than another person I thought to be so wonderful of, and “good” in spite of how horrible I think of myself.

Sekarang, izinkan aku untuk melupakanmu.

Ibarat Kau Baru Bangun

“Padahal, tidak pernah ada tempat untukmu.”

Terkadang aku teringat
oleh kehangatanmu yang dulunya menunggu
tanganku yang selalu dan terlalu mudah dingin
untuk mencari jalannya ke punggungmu.

Tubuhku yang mudah loyo dan sakit,
menemukan sedikit kesembuhan di dadamu.
Mungkin karena itu, agak sulit membiasakan diri
dengan ketidakadaannya kehadiranmu.

Kabar bahwa aku tidak lagi dapat menggenggammu
memukulku bagai bencana dari kejauhan.

Padahal, tidak pernah ada tempat untukmu.


Untuk yang dikejauhan. Olympus Superzoom 70G – Roll: expired

If only we knew the things that we know now: the things we know after everything has ended. Too bad that’s never to happen. Too bad we never know better until we know better. Too bad we must first be at a fault to know the faults we now think are unavoidable but are really not. Too bad we must first be entangled in the strings of consequences before knowing them. Too bad we’re too human. Things like this come to mind when I’m upset about missing what’s no longer mine.

And I miss everything about holding you. I may never have the chance to have you in my arms again, even with the memories of you unmoving within me, and I have accepted that. You were painful, that is true. But you were also part of the things I’m most grateful of.

Thank you for allowing me to know better.

Ketika hobi masih bisa dijalankan tanpa halangan. In frame: seorang Nahdia. Olympus Superzoom 70G – Roll: expired

A conversation with Nahdia,
about the ending.

Zee: “I rewrote what you said to me and I’m going to memorize it so that I won’t make another mistake. Not that he was a mistake. In fact, I see it as a blessing. A memory. An encounter I will remember and which I will learn from.”

Nahdia: “I want you to find someone not because you want to be held, you want to be embraced, you need the physical presence… That’s nice. It’s really nice to have that. But I want you to find someone because you’re trying to find someone–

a person
not just a being
or a thing.

I want you to be comfortable with the person not because of his physical availability. But for him, for you:
someone to hold you because it’s you
not because you need to be held.”

Menghilang, dan Kembali Lagi

dia.

Pagi itu dia datang, karena itu aku tak merasa harus bangun. Dia yang lama kukenal sudah kembali, dingin, pemalu, dan menggigit. Kapan terakhir kali dia memelukku seerat ini sampai aku bisa merasakan tiupan nafasnya? Aku tidak menyesal pernah merindukannya, rasanya menyegarkan bisa menyambutnya kembali di ranjang walau aku tidak akan pernah menyediakan tempat untuknya. Udara pagi Bandung yang dingin—

selamat datang kembali.

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Sang penulis puisi yang aku cantumkan disini: 8/April/2018

Four months long was I gone. Twice have I appeared and disappeared again in writing. The life out of me has been drained from my skin. Feelings are anything but ordinary now. The only things that move me are pain that I inflict upon myself and pleasure that I intentionally receive from touching you.

Things have been deeply troubling within my everyday ever since January slipped through my grasp. Even so, I managed to turn 19. I have a few things I would like to tell you now. Though they may be of no substantial meaning or purpose for you, I still want to force these writings to your knowledge. And I hope, that you will accept them.

I admit that it’s been quiet awhile since I last wrote here, which I deeply apologise for. But know that I needed time to grow, to change, in order to understand.

The beginning of this second semester, I was determined to focus on my academics, and in the process, unconsciously yet willingly forgot about the group of friends I have acquired from the last semester. This had obviously created somewhat of a calamity, one that I had never consented to, let alone was aware of, and I can now no longer approach the people I used to approach as easily. They had mistaken my being quiet and withdrawn as having a feud with them, and I was beginning to hear unpleasant things of me from people who have very little knowledge of who I am anymore.

Truthfully, it had hurt to a certain degree. Writing this again now, even after weeks of drafting this post and of living with a new truth, I still choke by my throat because I am reminded of the reality that I have no one, and that I may have indeed hurt others unknowingly. And so I seek to separate myself from everyone even more, in hopes of hurting everyone less.

However, along with my being oblivious, this also had a lot to do with how we’re all changing to adapt to our newly given routines and separate environments. And because I am not one to care, nor do I see any reason to shorten the distance or try to correct the misunderstanding anymore, I came to no lengths to try and make these people understand: they do not need to understand.

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Yang awalnya tidak ingin foto ini diambil: 19/April/2018

Regarding how well being determined to focus on my academics had been, I’m regretful to say that that too hadn’t really been working out as much as I had anticipated to. The first half of the semester it proved to be quiet helpful in certain subjects. But the other subjects in which I could not be saved in, left me scarred horribly. I remember receiving the lowest score I have ever received in all my life and just returning home, not caring for anything else in the world, fell to bed, and immediately cried for hours on end with a few cuts accompanying me by my arms. It was such a stupid thing to be so emotionally anguished about, but it was the most I could feel in so long. And as any numb person would go, I embraced the feeling.

Before long, the second half of the semester came by uninvited and I was starting to get bored of being alone so excessively. I needed a change. A feeling, or two. Perhaps someone I could pull into my orbit too. Whatever it was, I ached for something that could evoke me to continue on living deeply. Driven by the fear of not running as far as I can within the time that I was given, I then sought to trying new things that I have never touched before.

One of them is liberating my hair,

for the sake of both my physical and mental health.

The second was understanding that I needed time,

and that Allah does care, and that He is there, for me

regardless of how horrible of a person I am.

The third was finally drinking my medicine,

when I’m given them by the doctor.

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Mengunjungi kamar Fatima setelah satu semester: 22/April/2018
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“Taman” kosan Fatima: 22/April/2018

About falling ill: I don’t know if I remember correctly, but I’m sure that I’ve written about getting sick a lot in my previous posts. Granted, I’m still getting sick a lot. Although it’s not as often as last semester, the intensity seems to becoming more aggressive and I’ve grown to become really weak and even more easily fatigued. But because they don’t necessarily appeal to me as something significant, I didn’t worry much about it. Even though I’ve already gotten checked and diagnosed by a doctor my mom forced me to see by bringing him home, and after receiving three bottles of herbal medicines to drink.

That was until I fell really ill, and I didn’t have the strength to know what to do.

By this time, I was already not drinking any of the medicines I was given to drink for the things that I’ve been getting sick for. And I was also not the best at taking care of myself. So I finally told my mom that I was sick again, and confessed to her that I’ve not been drinking any of my medicines, let alone the extra herbals she entrusted me to drink every now and then.

She then told me that I “have symptoms of cancer” and that my becoming weak and easily fatigued was not something I could disregard very easily. The next day, I went to get myself checked again and was finally drinking my medicine.

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Mencari Circle K yang tidak panas akan teriknya matahari: 22/April/2018

The more exciting parts of these new things, however, include cutting my hair by my shoulder, watching my friends play softball matches at a time where I supposedly should be studying, thrift-shopping as a new way of filling my wardrobe and of defining my personality through what meets the eye (this could mean that I have a horrible personality though), returning back to the ice rink after seven months (despite no more plans of returning again due to how incredibly time-and-money-consuming it is), founding Novel Thinkers i.e. a project that I’m currently working on which I will write more about soon, and playfully trying out film photography!

I would love to sit with you and have a chat instead of writing down everything and having you read it since it would be so exhausting for you.

But yes, the second semester is truly one of a kind. It was so horrible since I was getting sick all the time and I had all these confusing phases where I didn’t know what to do, but at the same time, the months were being incredibly heartwarming and very accompanying. How is that possible? How can two entire universe of emotions within me meet and leave me still alive?

That, I do not know of.

Surat Kecil untuk Januari

A day before New Year’s Eve:

2017,

the most overwhelming year I have yet to endure, after a very painfully disheartening set of years, is about the end tomorrow. Let’s hope Zee can live through 2018 with all the people she loves, through all the things that will happen: events heavy in knowledge and experience, events exciting and hopeful, and events full of love and kindness.

2018, please be kind, but more importantly, be exciting and rich of knowledge.


This morning I woke up early and decided to sleep in. After what felt like minutes of wonderful dreams, I woke up, realised that it was almost 10a.m., then finally, gathered enough courage to shove my blanket away so that I could go on about with my day. It’s been a few days already since I turned down a hang out offer this week, or to put it in better words, slept through a hang out offer, and I’m feeling more accomplished than ever. Accomplished that I had decided to stay in my room to give my mind and body time to rest and unwind, just before the storm comes.

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Credits to the wonderful, punziella.tumblr.com

Now it’s the noon of Saturday the 13th and I wanted to write. Mainly because I have successfully convinced my dad to continue my domain’s annual subscription, but also because I have things to write about that I would like you to know. And one of them has to be the silly accident I got in while I was on my way to campus.

It was Tuesday, and our first Business Statistics auditorium session starts at 8:00, which was in favour for all of us SBM students because we always had lessons start at 7:00 back then. Anyhow, I was walking down the stairs when my ordered driver (Gojek) called me, telling me that he’s arrived to pick me up. When I walked outside of my boarding house, I saw two drivers waiting. I approached the one nearest to me and asked if he was picking up a “Zee”. He uttered a name that sounded muffled, but he nodded when I asked if it was for me, “Zee”, so I got on the seat and we were off.

Just after about two minutes of riding this Go-ride, I received a call from an anonymous number which I, out of habit, declined. But then I saw two texts from my supposed driver telling me that he’s arrived since forever and has been waiting for quiet some time now… When I read that, I had a mini panic shudder and told the driver I was with that he got the wrong customer. Upon hearing this, he immediately made a u-turn and rushed back to my place to fetch his actual customer.

I could already tell by the speed that he was driving in that he was anxious of being late to pick whoever-it-was up, and I felt like I was in the wrong for carelessly getting on his motorbike when it was “clearly” not my ride. You see, the road in my particular neighbourhood *cough* Dago Asri 3 *cough* is pretty much in ruins and so it was nervewrecking that this driver intensely drove through all that without much attention. Even when a speed bump emerged (well not literally, it’s been there all the time) right in front of us, he sped through that!

Consequently, we both jumped off our seats, but the driver was in safe hands because he had his weight back to the motorbike as he was holding onto it. I, on the other hand, didn’t. And so I was bounced off the seat, thrown into the air, and tossed onto the asphalt road where my body scraped the ground and my helmet was snapped away from my head. For a few seconds it took awhile for me to absorb what just happened, my sight was spinning beyond control. I looked at my bag that was now on the ground a few feet away from me and the first thing that I immediately worried about was my laptop inside.

Funnily enough, this happened just two/three houses away from my place, and there were several passerby staring at the incident. When the driver looked at what just happened, he dropped his motorbike and helped me stand up. I grabbed my bag, stroked my head, and thought of Bagas (my dearest friend who passed away from a motorbike accident more than a year ago).

This is the conversation that follows as he grabbed my arm, supporting me to stand up (shortened and translated):

Panicked Driver:“My goodness, I am terribly sorry. Are you okay miss?”

Lunatic who thinks she’s perfectly fine:“Yeah I’m fine haha, don’t worry.”

Worried Driver:“Are you sure? Let me bring you to a clinic right now to get that checked.”

Lunatic who still thinks she’s perfectly fine:“What? No, I’m fine.”

Puzzled Driver:“I can’t let you do that, I have to bring you to a clinic.”

Lunatic who still, even though the driver has pointed out the stain left on her jeans, thinks she’s perfectly fine:“I can’t go, I have a class to attend.”

And that was it. I was too stubborn to attend this class, so I assured the driver that it was fine, that I was left unharmed, and that I have to go.

When I was finally on my way to campus with my actual driver though, was when the pain started kicking in. I felt a sore wound on my left arm and on the lower part of my back, along with an incredibly throbbing set of headaches that forced me to endure it with a helmet on as I gritted my teeth. Apart from that, I worried about how I had looked. I honestly thought I looked great before the accident, but after being thrown like that, I was sure that I looked messed up to some degree. And I was probably right.

This is the part that somewhat broke my heart.

When the realisation of how much my body was in pain finally dawned on me, I arrived in campus wanting to hug someone and just cry because of how much it had hurt. But I can’t do that because there was a crowd by the auditorium and… I didn’t really have anyone I could hug. Besides, I didn’t want to make a fool out of myself so I rushed to the toilet to have a look at wounds instead.

Indeed, it was true. I had a bleeding, scratched, wound on my left arm by the elbow, some scratches that was also bleeding on the lower part of my back, and several bruises on my legs: one mighty on the centre of my left thigh. I frowned at them, and simply kept them hidden beneath my clothes because I didn’t know what else to do. I then walked into the auditorium and sat next to my classmates.

When I announced to my group of friends of what just happened through chat, they made it clear that my current condition was in no way that worrisome and that I should just go get myself checked right then and there. Of course, I didn’t want to go alone. I mean, I was still shaking and my heart was still pounding relentlessly from the accident. It doesn’t take a genius to understand that I needed someone to accompany me to go there. Naturally, I would expect at least one of them to volunteer to help. But none of that came even as the lecture passed by. They acted as if falling off a motorbike and getting wounds were the most natural thing for someone to do before going to campus. But, I’ll admit, it was partially my fault. I didn’t fall a little harder & I didn’t have wounds that were a little more visible. Maybe if I did, they would actually start to care. But that is a very childish way of thinking. The truth is I just have to deal with the reality that this is college here that I’m attending, that I cannot expect anything towards other people who essentially do not care about me. It’s a shame that things are like this but there’s nothing I could do about it.

So in the end, I had to ask a friend to assist me in finding my way to Bumi Medika Ganesha, which is a campus owned clinic. Along the way, I told her about this and she had conceded to me that it was true. What my dad told me after I informed him about this too, was that this incident showed me who amongst my friends were true to me in good nature. Although I was left feeling a slight disgust with the reality of what I experienced, and although it had an effect on me that I shall now be more careful with who I choose to entrust my vulnerabilities to, it encouraged me to appreciate my friends more and accompany them, and help them, when they are in need without having them ask me first (because I surely would have appreciated that). This is simply a way for me to see if they are right for me, that if I finally become a better friend, would they become a better friend too? And once I learn that they are not, I would at least then know who to leave.

It’s funny how I’m so outspoken about such an emotional tragedy. I suppose this could be justified by allowing you to understand that I rarely feel raw and strong emotions anymore that the moment that I do, I find them as intriguing materials to write about and give to you. Besides, writing like this in itself is a form of catharsis for me. So I hope you have found this mini journal entry to be profoundly worthwhile, the way I have, as I was writing it down for you.