That magical moment

I just got home from watching 'The Intouchables' and while I was travelling home through the rain I started thinking. I was checking my blog, this therapy project that I sometimes dedicate myself to. Re-reading what once passed for comedy. Smiling at friendly comments, carefully stroking my own ego be sure to not touch that one sore spot. Am I isolated? Has this joking self-glorifying facade that I sometimes put on turned into what I am? 

I looked up and realized that this was my stop. I stood up and noticed that the girl that had been glancing over in my direction the way you you would a celebrity most part of the trip was now staring right at me. 


Needless to say it wasn't my stop at all. Needless to say I got off not to look like a fool. Needless to say she didn't.

Not to dwell on what could have been I made the best of it and took a walk. Even having time to make a snide remark about the rain to anyone who would listen on Facebook. During the walk the rain almost subsided, there was that slightly humid but still rainy and somehow warm feeling to the air. And I decided 'No that's not who I am'. I am humbled in front of girls and weather. I make silly mistakes and decide to joke about them. I am not my facade... the facade is a small small part of the mosaic that is me.

For those of you wondering if the title is referring to my moment of realization; it is not. It could be, but it's not. 

In a time now long since buried, I experienced my one magical moment. It was one afternoon in, maybe february, 1999 but I'm not giving any guarantees as to the specific timing. I was still a University student. We had finished a lecture in, I believe it was, Physical Chemistry part B. That would put the specific time at almost precisely fifteen minutes past three. I can still remember exactly how uncomfortable the chairs in the lecture hall were. I was gathering my compendiums, stood up and there it was. My one magical moment.

Fairy tales will have you believe that if you share your special magical moment, it will lose its qualities. Let's find out shall we. 

It wasn't a vague sensation. It was something I could actually see. A south american girl in my class, which I had never been infatuated with, never been attracted to, also stood up. Her seat was a couple of rows down from me so she was facing away from me and as she stood up something happened. There was a bright shining light about her head. It shimmered in the brightest silver and gold and black. I looked away and tried to see whether anyone else noticed, I even actually shook my head in disbelief. Then I looked back and it was still there. No one else could see it. By then people were waiting for me to get out of the way. I hesitantly turned away and made my way outside. The moment was over, but not lost. Forever with me. It took me weeks to figure out what really had happened. 


*SPOILER* (if you want to believe in magic don't read this part)
The sun was so low, being a winter afternoon in Sweden, that it had shone in through one of the thin side windows, reflected off her jet black hair in a cascade of silver and gold making the sun reflection hit me and only me in the eyes. It is still my magical moment. 

Good night Cyberspace, wherever you are.

Oh... and pro tip: Watch 'The Intouchables'