I'm missing Sparkling Eyes. It's been too long since I last saw her and with the rotas at the Fish Factory it may be a few more weeks before I can get the leave. This has been a long hard Fish preparation year. Leave owing to me is stacking up faster than airplanes over a strike affected airport. I'm chained to the gut table, where serrated knives are skillfully used to dissect those little sprats. But I sure don't know why we're gutting sprats of all fish, they haven't harmed anyone. I spoke to Sparkling and she told me how she needed a back rub and a hug and missed me. I too need a back rub, it just feels so tight. All those knots have to be eased out. I need to stop eating chips as well, both belly and heart are telling me this.
I think with the less time you have to calm down and chill out with the people you love the more likelihood of bad habits creeping in. And this is something they do actually do, creep in. Then again some of the culprits are family members and are equally liable to the causes of stress and strain, as they do things you can not understand. Things which defy logic and sensibility. This is the way of human nature. Or rather of other individual's human nature for it is just another thing which can not be controlled, they will do what they do. Even when the actions result in pain and discomfort which is so obvious. It's like some are on a trip to make their life even harder and more difficult and put themselves into awkward places. There's a kind of inevitability about it. Insome part I have become a misanthrope and so prefer my own company. I can rely on myself or not rely on myself. If I can't rely on myself then I know the reasons why. This is why as society there is the need of rules and law, of social norms to pull and tug us into line. Unfortunately sometimes those rules and laws can be a hindrance to some. What can you do? Nothing. To use the old overworked cliche "at the end of the day" we all have to make our own mistakes and then live with them.
This reminds me of a story I once heard. A wise man went to a village while he was on a long trip and sort shelter. There word soon got around the wise man was temporarily shacked up. The people of the village asked the wise man to help them, they pleaded with him. They all had problems, they all thought they could not deal with their problems and were unhappy and stressed out by it all. So the wise man led the villagers out of the village to a field where there was a large tree, with lots of branches. He said to the villagers to take all their worries and write them on post-it notes. Then to stick them on the tree. These post-it notes were weather proof and had exceptionally strong glue. He then said to the villagers to go away for the night and sleep, given they had lifted such a weight off their minds. The next day he said to the villagers then to go up to the tree and read the notes and take away a worry or problem. So they all went reading the notes and removing them till the tree was bare again. The wise man went off on his journey. A few days later the villagers discussed what had happened. It was then found each villager had removed their own post it notes again rather than someone elses. Which probably says a couple of things. People like their own post-it notes, or they prefer their own problems to anybody elses. They are comfortable with them. Problems are like friends, held close and then spoken about with affection or maybe not if they are not much of a friend. Well at lease for one night the villagers got a good night's sleep.
Yes, I'm missing Sparkling. When I speak to her I tell her I love her and when I text her I love her some more and when I sleep she is always the last thing on my mind as I wish I could hug her. As for post it notes I got lots of them, but rather than write problems on they hold reminders. Memo, stop eating chips.
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