I didn’t know how to react over it but I tried to show up the least of my crybaby side to him. So, I put it up somewhat like this…
“Once I wanted to buy a pair of new shoes. Of course, I am not so poor that I can’t even buy a pair of shoes for me. It’s like I wanted to buy the designer ones, those were costlier than what I could actually afford. Suddenly, comes a time in I think, everyone’s life when things you desire for always tend to walk out of your budget. Or wait; has it ever been the case with you? No? Then may be it just happens to a few, a few like me who have greater expectations from life. And life, the bitch, provides with way too less. So, I wanted those shoes, and I walked to the best shop for none other sold the shoes that could be on par with my demands. In the shop, I rummaged through each of the shoe. Tried to turn every shoe around to get a look at its price so carefully that others around could not see me doing it. Too costly, every time I found each of them too costly. Disheartened I walked out. I halfheartedly dragged myself to the cheaper whole sale shops, and as expected I could not find a piece of my choice. And as I stepped out of there, I consoled myself by thinking that someday I would buy it and someday my demands and expectations would match the reality. And that it may not be the time yet. This happened to me a many times. If it wasn’t a pair of shoes then it was an overcoat or a wrist watch or a headphone or a cell phone or whatever. I always ran out of money and finally found consoling myself with whatever best thought I could cook up inside my mind. You know, sometimes I feel like things reject me, life rejects me over people as fortunate as you. But I never wished to end up this way. So, I work hard. I thus, tend to get serious about stuffs that you consider a shit, like exams, studying on time, being in a good company, being strict with myself and not attending parties even when I can easily do and paying back a friend even the last pending penny. And I get too materialistic at times like when I keep safe my pen and hesitate to share it and when I hesitate to treat my friends for saving money. Some called me stupid and kiddish. But I just wish to tell them that I am not. Just that I am different and they have not lived my life. They haven’t gone through what I have. Or maybe all those who went through what I have, they do not feel like or dream as big as me. So, I behave as a cynic a lot of times but I consider that to be a totally required thing for me, for I don’t believe in short cuts and I am willing to work for what I want.”
I turned around and walked away from him feeling confident about the fact that next time he meets me he would not dare to call me a kid.
There’s always one other side of a story which we cannot see and therefore, we must not judge without knowing about both of the faces.