Speaking of relationships, there will always be a choice. We choose who we want to be with either arbitrary or following some set of guidelines we have received from whoever while growing up. Well, I may choose to dwell on the positives of a friendship, or the negatives. On the positive, I will liken partners in a relationship with flowers, or some good animal or even some delicious fruit. But for today I am on the negatives of a relationship. “But why, come to think of it, would one dwell on the negative side of life in the modern world of positive thinking for increased expectations?” may be you can guess the guy is heartbroken, or desperate and hates relationships for that.
Not really, I have two definite reasons for dwelling on the negative. One may be to use one of my friend’s phrases; it is because I am a poor man, with a poor heart and a poor man’s mind. Jesus! Don’t take this for real; he uses this phrase to describe any writing that criticizes anything. Anyway, the reason is because the story I want tell I overheard it in a conversation between drunkards. You heard me right. Sober men fear reality, mathematics, sciences, and business and anything close to real, they don’t want to face it in a conversation often. And that is why I like stories from drunken men, because they talk experience, and experience is real. Unlike sober men who will always dwell on the soft things. I almost vomited the other Sunday when I overheard two soft-hearted men talk about a wedding they had seen on T.V. True sons of the soil are told to harden so that they can face troubles courageously, expel fear, and never to bother stepping their foot on cow dug or the waste of sheep.
The guy must have been from a broken relationship from the way he told the story passionately. He caught my ears from the football game I was watching when he said all partners in a relationship, on the negative are like thorns. You see, when a thorn pricks you, there are two pains from which you can choose from. One, you can choose to sit down, take some deep breaths amidst the pain, hold a razor on the spot where the thorn is, close your eyes, gnash your teeth then cut deeply until the thorn is exposed. After that, you can immediately pull the thorn out and put some salt on the wound so that you don’t lose much blood. The second pain, you may decide to stay with the thorn in your foot till it rots and come out deliberately. You won’t feel much pain, but at least you will experience minimum pain for a month or two, and withstand the embarrassment of limping in public because you are not bold enough to have a thorny cut out of your rotting foot.
He probably would have finished the story. But unfortunately, one team scored. He must have been supporting the other one. He walked out irritated then came back again, still shaking his head in disagreement. The other friend of his was standing on his sit, jumping up and down in celebration. When they settled after the goal drama, this guy tells the narrator,
“This team is becoming a thorn in your foot then.”
The narrator shouted back at him, “NOT YOU!! You are not the one who should tell of a thorn in my foot. Maybe I am numb to the pain; besides, pains that flower in season are worthy bearing.”
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