feeling foolish

There I was waiting for the bus at the interchange to get home. It's like any other day. I was plugged in with my Bose headphones listening to some great music from my iPod nano and trying to reload twitter on my iPhone. I realize that reception at Seah Im is terrible for me. But I was bored, so it helps.

As the bus captain came and where we start boarding the bus, I saw a friend was in the queue as well. Great! Now I have a friend to talk to. Or so I thought. I was more of the listening one by the end of the journey.

I learned so much from just listening to her. Before she started her actual subject, I was actually happy with myself. She had questions that had my melancholy side thinking. She had so much problems and I was thinking to myself, what if I were in her shoes. What she told me was probably a common problem but in a different setting. I damned myself while walking back home for even telling her whatever I said even though I probably spoke less than 100 words. I should have just listened and nod. And maybe probe questions to find out more. But what can I do right? I'm not at her position. To think of it, I should be grateful that I'm not at all.

I questioned myself, what has all that teaching in those books that I have read taught me?

I suppose it's not the best time to answer this question when my emotions are slightly out of control. Compose myself and think about the answer when I'm more positive.