Coward

I am a coward.

The more honest I get with who I am, the closer I am to the hope for change.

But then don't mistake me for being someone who's honest with himself either. For the absence of courage has often kept me from wanting to realise who I really am.

My cowardice dates back to a time in my youth where my daily fashion choices were limited to white short-sleeved shirts and pants the colour of mud green, both often a size too big.

High school was great, a dream even. But I can't say there weren't times I wished life would speed off a little faster, letting the fun bits last a bit longer, the not-so-fun ones a hurried blur.

I was significantly shorter, scrawnier, and funnily, fairer than the rest. I say funnily because people would pay thousands to be as fair as I was but my then snowy complexion, instead of evoking envy, garnered labels like "tofu" or "tau fu fa".

Anyway, it's clear to see I wasn't the most popular high school kid. Well maybe I am, who wouldn't take notice of a boy with striking complexion?

I digress. It started when my Form 1 class teacher held a mini general meeting to elect the class monitor. I can't remember the details but I think it went something like this.

The class nominated a few names, and I was one of them. We were asked to go out of the class while our peers voted on us.

When we finally came back in, I saw that I had won. But what transpired next was nothing close to a scene of me giving my victory speech.

The teacher decided that I somehow wasn't fit to carry the duty and afforded the position to someone else, a girl with the second highest vote who later became my best friend for the next three years.

Of course, I immediately knew why. But the coward in me is keeping me from telling this blog exactly why. That, and the fact that I don't know who could be reading this (ahem, that teacher perhaps). But if you do know me, and know me reasonably well, you'll know.

Maybe I stopped trying since that day. Maybe I didn't want to have my hopes dashed again (actually, I don't know why I got so worked up over it. I wasn't exactly thrilled to be class monitor to begin with). Maybe "Coward" showed up in that classroom that day and gave "Courage" a head-spinning slap.

I can lay blame on my past experiences and draw pity using my horrific tales, which perhaps, I have. But there is only so much I can blame others for my shortcomings.

Because what I haven't told you is that "Choice" showed up every day after.

P/s: Now that I'm really thinking about it, I'm not sure whether I won the class monitor election or not. Haha! I just remember being forfeited for a role with no valid reason, or at least, for a reason I didn't deem as valid.