So... I was just minding my business when I'm reminded of FiM... nothing weird there, the sheer amount of drawings and fan-fiction make it so that nearly all topics can remind you of it. Then comes a memory of my graduation...
The connection is where it gets fuzzy. It's very vague... it's mostly because it's friendship-related and came as a big surprise apparently from out of nowhere. Heck, it still surprises me, and it's been... what? Six years?
There I was, expecting to go to college in a few months but currently invaded by a feeling of relief over my accomplishments (meager as I felt they were), sitting in a gym full of my fellow students and their families. A name would be called, there would be cheering, the guy or girl then would stand up and go to receive his or her papers and shake the hands of the headmaster and the other important figures.
Of course, the loudest cheers came from family and personal friends.
I'm not going to delude myself: I wasn't very interesting (though I did have a degree of popularity over a few incidents I'd rather do without), my grades were average, my name is a little unusual but that by itself couldn't explain why people I didn't know knew about me, I could get way too chatty about topics of my interest and mostly I kept to myself.
All in all, I didn't feel like I had earned the right to be called a 'friend'; though I was on good terms with most of the people I interacted with... apparently, better than I gave myself credit for.
My name is called, and then the portion of the gym where the graduates were seated explodes into wild, frantic cheering harder than for anyone else before or after. I remembered being stunned with surprise when I was in the stairs, and hesitated on my next step as I gave a glance over the gym, wondering "What did I do?" And I wasn't the only one; someone sitting next to my mom actually asked "Who's that boy and what did he do to get this reaction?"
I look back on that day and think: "Well, I must have done something right!"
Mostly, I'm introverted. I figure that it was because I listen. Maybe I know how to pick my words. Maybe when they asked for a favor it helped them out more than I initially saw, or maybe it was because I agreed in the first place.
Sometimes, you have friends that are the quiet types, others, it's you. I still don't know what is it, but hey, if it comes naturally I just have to pay attention.