It happens sometimes. There’s that ache in your belly that cries out for more, then quickly suffocated like a furniture fireplace. The warmth in your home, while welcome, seems inappropriate for one reason and another.
The barely familiar warmth, years behind and now before you, is a reminder of what comfort could be. I’ve spent my life trying to balance my existence at zero, then swinging back into kind, caring, and actively empathetic. If I had no enemies, I would surely have many friends. If that’s the case, then the reason I have many acquaintances is more in my head.
I have many acquaintances that come off as some kind of sarcastic and distant. Maybe they have difficulty closing the distance when I’m so open and warm with them. I’ll try to make life easier for them.
Where It All Falls In Place
And it’s all too easy for them to lose their way. Media expects them to be perfect, standing on their own, when they are but beasts. I often wish I could pull them out of their nightmares only for a second, and share my sanctuary.
It’s just this little space in my mind where fresh water flows by a rocking hammock. The distant sounds of bird calls can dance with speckled sunlight there. All of it, trickled through a straw hat.
A Short Happening
I met somebody new today at a social gathering. I think I have seen him before, but I have never introduced myself formally. Right off the bat, he seems to have little patience for me. The man was fired last November, and is conversationally a negative mood swing.
On one hand we can choose the path of gentle kindness and forgiveness. If I lend him my patience, I potentially open myself up for business as a punching bag. He was highly irritable, and it didn’t seem the time and place to speak harsh words.
Flip the palm, and we have social discipline; a clap-back, if you will. After nine months of unemployment, his bouncing baby was a host of physical malefactors. This is only natural when depressed, which is safe to assume of him. He needs a baseline reassessment. He could very well need a friend to help him out. But! I don’t know him yet. With lack of collected data, my assistance would register as an attack.
In summary, I’m glad I acted the way I did. I said nothing of it, refused to let it register in the moment, and kept joking with my friends. I hope we can meet again soon, so I can see that stranger improve!
After all!
We only know what our intentions hold. What lies beyond is the story to be told.