Sometimes it’s not everyone else, sometimes it’s you.
There once lived an old woman on an old lonely street, with old lonely houses and no people. She took the city bus everyday to the town where she worked as a shop attendant.
Everyone knew to avoid her like a plague, for she indeed know how to turn up her nose at everyone who tried to sit beside her and say ever so politely,
“Did you shower today, dear? “
Soon, she became the old woman at the back who no one ever sat with.
Down at the shops, when she handed down your buy, she would slip in a tub of soap and say,
“ You definitely need a shower today, dear”
On a certain day when the old lonely woman from the old lonely street took a bus to town, a little child hopped on the bus with her, skipping to the back in glee.
The old woman turned up her nose as usual and asked,
“Did you shower today, dear? “
The child widened his eyes in surprise.
“certainly, ma’am, but I can’t say the same for your coat”
So, it goes that the old woman wore the same coat everyday of her journey which she never did wash. While walking around with a dirty coat, she looked out for fault in others and conveniently blamed the smell on them.
The old lonely woman from the old lonely street never took the bus again.
We all have vices, which sometimes we tend to shift to other people. Talk about seeing the speck in others but never in us.
Like the old woman in the story, sometimes we’re too fixated in other people, waiting to find faults, waiting for them to offend us, so we would be the victim. Way too many people basking in the victim shade.
Personally, when I’m offended, I’d pour out all the venom in my mind and why on the one hand this could be liberating and be termed letting it out, on the other hand, it could be unfair to the other party because it involves most of the time, not giving them a chance to explain themselves and the attendant risks of regretting everything i said some minutes earlier. What is it they say about words spoken not coming back Bla Bla?
Talking about words not coming back, I remember telling myself once that I needed to censor my mouth. You see, I’m good at saying what I think and why some people would see this as blunt or being honest, it’s a tad tiring because
sometimes, most times, it comes off wrong and I end up with a mess I probably can’t fix. It’s an old joke how people would stone me if I ever thought aloud.
I remember once, I was at a restaurant with my friends and a friend of another friend, a little senior to us was at table too. Somehow the conversation drifted to a delivery I was expecting from a certain state I won’t mention here. The friend of another friend looked up from what he was doing and asked in what I now interpret as glee,
“Are you from xx state? “
I blurted out “God forbid” before I could think. Believe me, these reflexes are bad .
Here he was, trying to find his countryman and I was, oh well…
In a bid to remedy the already shaky situation as I noticed the smile was quickly turning to a straight line, I said in a hurry,
“Oh, are you from that state? Ah! It’s not like it’s a bad place o… Sha, you’re not from xx local government at least… “
Another buzzer. He was!
Kuku Kill me!
Suffice it to say, I Shoulda kept my mouth shut.
We laughed over it that day but I still felt bad for not putting a lid on it. So, that’s a demon and I’m giving it a name.
What are your demons and what are you calling them?