I was always the mediator. I was always that one person in my group who had sad, “Stop!” before any fistfights could occur. I was the bridge; between sanity and chaos. So I guess it shouldn’t have surprised me when my friends had come to me with yet another conflict; another maddening, infuriating, exasperating, misfortunate, bothersome “When will I finally have some ME time?” conflict. I had grown tired of always being the reliable, dependent, never takes anyone’s side, friend. I was tired of being the mediator.
I wanted, somehow, a new title! Something not so quite blunt or boring. I wanted to be the risk taker; the one who wasn’t afraid of starting a food fight or throwing a punch. No, I didn’t want to be violent. I just wanted to be noticed as more than someone with all the answers. I wanted to shrug my shoulders and casually, nonchalantly drawl out, “Dude, I just don’t know.”
By:Mehwish Fatima
I wanted, somehow, a new title! Something not so quite blunt or boring. I wanted to be the risk taker; the one who wasn’t afraid of starting a food fight or throwing a punch. No, I didn’t want to be violent. I just wanted to be noticed as more than someone with all the answers. I wanted to shrug my shoulders and casually, nonchalantly drawl out, “Dude, I just don’t know.”
By:Mehwish Fatima