We had a party yesterday. You know, I and my shepherd friend. No need to mention the ‘surprise visit’.
Nowadays, my mind is revolving around some specific human behavior; abuse. This is making me look like I am sick. And no doubt the memories and a lot that is going on right now, has make me sick, Headache is my fellow now. Well, he noticed and through his remarkable knowledge of reading faces (I think, he can read minds), he start telling me his life experiences. He also had abusive people in his life. On the contrary, I always believed that he has had a very peaceful life. He told me a lot about those people and how he lived in between them. Long story short. He told me, “Do not bring them everywhere you go.”
“I have left them.”
“Don’t carry them in your hearts then. Otherwise, you will ruin your present, your future. Lets party!”
Our party is not like others, you know. We eat very strange but delicious food. We talk a lot. Most of the time I am listening.
I am not a good writer, but even if I were Shakespeare I could not write the exact feelings that I experience during our small 2 person conferences.
Emotional abuse, verbal abuse and just what not? Ever encountered those toxic people? If not everyone, many of us have such people in their lives. I have written as a guide to those who have such toxics in their families.
Talking about the person who is under burden; the victim. What should a victim do? Plan? Isn’t it the only way out when it comes to abuse? I have seen people planning to save them from such toxics. Researching, talking, taking advices regarding their problem. But what I have understood; excessive planning itself is a symptom of being dangerously abused. We plan each and every step to make us secure. This make us sleepless, restless, and prone to catch allergies and many other physical and psychological diseases. So, what should be done?
There is only one piece of advice that fits in this situation. Plan only once and stick with it.
No doubt, prevention is better than cure and these people are no less than a lethal disease, but there is no use of planning again and again, researching and talking about it each day. Thus, you would be living that abuse even when the abuser would be sleeping in his cozy bed.
So, make a plan and stick with it. Have a blessed life!
It is morning. People are jogging, doing fitness exercises etc. in a public park. An old man and a women is standing near the entrance of the park. The women looks like she is in her mid 30’s, dressed in a long pink dress. The old man is in his track suit, he is about 70, but looks active.
“You do not come nowadays?” The old man asked.
“Yes, I am bored of this jogging and running etc.” the women replied.
“You get bored because you don’t know how to run.”
The women looks startled for a moment, but the emotion does not go unnoticed.
“You come here daily, I know. We never talked though… Actually I am taking rest. Its kinds time out”, she smiles. “I am in middle of something”.
“You are taking time out of life?” The old man asked.
“You are bored of life?” The old man raised his eyebrows in astonishment.
She keeps silence.
“Do you know why we get bored or tired of life? It is because we do not know how to live. I do not know what you are going through, my child. But I do know one thing. We all at a point in time come to a phase when we get tired of life. We stop. We stop doing and start waiting; waiting for the good time to come. We forget one thing. Good time doesn’t come by itself. It is we, ourselves that make the time good. Do you know nothing in this world is truly smooth? If it were, we would not be able to see that. The beauty of life lies in contrast of colors, friction, ups and downs, light and dark, black and white.” The old man voice seems to coming out directly from his soul.
“I respect you and your words are making me feel good, but as soon as we will take our paths, I will be overcome by the same situation that I am going through. This shall pass.”
The old man smiles,” You are going through a tough time. But as you said, “This shall pass.” The old man check his show lases and start to jog.
“I will see you tomorrow on the jogging track!” He leaves and wave good-bye.
The women was standing there. Speechless. Watching the old man go and meeting some park-fellow, laughing and running.
A couple passes by.
“There is Mr.James!”, the man pointed towards the old man, “who can say he is suffering from cancer! What a lively man!”
“These animals are making my life hell! Stay away! STAY AWAY!” , Jack was screaming his tonsils out!
After a long day at work he had to clean the house. Finally when he went to bed at 1:00 a.m. His wife’s pet dog Licky-Sticky was already there to remind him of the empty food bowl.
Jack was 35, tall, dark, handsome, romantic, good cleaner, good chef, good listener, loyal. He was all a women could dream of; he was a dream husband.
Jennifer was a ‘nightmare wife’ ; fat, lazy, nosy, bossy, short-tempered.
Sometimes she takes his breath away by looking at him angrily and giving him job threat. He worked in her father’s factory.
Why he married him? Her thousands of dollar property made his love blind.
Today, Jennifer threw a kitty party for his friends and cleaning responsibility was thrown to Jack’s face like always.
“What happened, Jackie darling?” she asked fixing the rollers in hair and browsing TV channels.
“What happened, Jackie darling?” Jack mimicked and said slowly, “why don’t you call me ‘jackass’, you Lazy-Slob!”
“Licky is disturbing me, Sweetie. I wanted to sleep.”, Jack was a good actor.
“Did you give him the food?”
“Yes, I am giving him.”
“Giving? You did not give him food yet!”, she snorted.
She came into the bedroom with the rolling pin and hit right in the head. He fell on the bed screaming, “Forgive me! Forgive me!”
Alarm goes off…
It is 7 in the morning.
His heart is pounding.
He is not going to flirt with his boss’s daughter anymore.