I’m just here to talk about my issue with benches. So if you
don’t have a particular issue with benches gerarahiaaaa meeennn!!!! We are not friends....hehe
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I hit the side of the bench and I swear I almost screamed my
appendix out as the pain infringed my sanctity.
Is this bench insane?? Yes it is insane….it has to be
Doesn’t it know that a woman is entitled to a perfectly good
evening especially after spending a rough afternoon at the beauty parlor getting
that pedicure for the first time in Lord knows how long?
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I don’t want this bench alive. And so if it was an insect I
would have smashed it dead.
But it just lie there lifeless….emotionless…..in a most
annoying manner.
So I pushed it aside….then I thought, it probably feels
nothing.
Then I imagined what song would best suit it just in case it
was alive and I killed it….probably Delilah’s version of “If I die young”
If I die young, burry me in sudden!
That song would just end right there, on that line, because
the ‘bury me in sudden’ would be the only go ahead I would need.
Sigh…..that bench!
Long story short, I just left it there and consoled myself
with the thought that lifelessness is enough of a curse for it. There’s nothing
I could do to worsen its situation.
And that is how it is sometimes when we hurt people.
We at times feel nothing…we are just there like emotionless
beings…feeling nothing….doing nothing…..in an almost annoying manner to those
that we hurt.
They’d want us to feel something, anything, even if it’s joy
so that they would know they can turn that joy into sadness….but we don’t feel
nothing. Everyone needs at least something that they can start with you know.
I know countless of us who know how to put down the best
lyrics when in hurt…..the best poems…the best scripts….and even the best vibes…the best updates and tweets...the best Insta pics....but
it’s only the likes of Adele who can hit an “Hello” when they reflect on a past
that would have been better.
But really though, how is one meant to feel when you are
fully aware that your source of joy is someone else’s source of pain?
What is the much that you can do when you know that there
isn’t much that you can do to ease the other person’s pain?
You know their pain, yet there isn’t room in your heart to
accommodate it because all you have room for is your source of joy.
I’ve listened to a couple of friends share their pain. In a
most heart wrecking way……almost numbing. And most times I’ve had to hold back
my tears in an effort to be strong for them. In other occasions, I’ve just
broken down with them because it was too much to hold back. And even while at it,
I couldn’t help but wonder if their source of their pain felt anything about
it.
They are just there crying….and I’m right there beside them
weeping even harder. Then they pause….look at me…and laugh. Because to them it
is hilarious. Then I ask myself why I was crying so hard…. I laugh. Now we are
both laughing. We look like confused twins wearing hats.
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Okay this laughter is heading nowhere. So I’m not going to write
about crying and laughing anymore. hhmmm
I’d make an evangelistic preacher where not making someone’s pain your source of joy is concerned…..I’m a sucker for it for real!
But truth is it takes a deliberate effort to decide that you
will not base your joy on the breaking of someone else. Before doing anything
or saying something we should clearly sieve it through our motives and acknowledge
that when tables turn we might as well end up on the other side of it.
The golden book cuts across clearly when it teaches that
those who live by the sword die by it.
Karma is also a not so far fetched reality. It’s as real as
the oxygen that we breathe yet when you flip the coin it so veraciously
corrodes metal into what English men call rust.
I may never control the things that I do or the things that
I say that may cause pain to those who come across it, but I can surely control
not hurting people intentionally.
And also, I will not let my life be limited to people’s
feelings, but my motives will be free from hurting folks.
I may not like you……but I will surely not intentionally hurt
you.
And when I hurt you, I’ll most definitely not stand there
lifeless….like that bench…that bench, nkt!
I wouldn’t want My Beautiful Twins to sit on that bench….I refuse!
