Blogmas 2020 Day Five: Pink Rabbits

Deliberate about how people closest to you hurt you. Calculatedly, or not, venting, or insulting. Mostly all quandaries are solvable, except the last. It takes a specific kind ignorance to dig deep, and cramp someone that way.

Respect is a mighty thing. It's sheer elusiveness makes for a very tactile ache, when there's a lack of it. Even worse, is the idea of being respected. Here's what I think. Someone can be closest to you, or mad for you, or worked with you for years, and still not respect you. And, more often than not, I've descried this happening with almost everyone around me. The issue is intuiting it.

Disrespect would mean even a meagre presence of the opposite. But, a lack of....
And, when you happen onto the void of it, it's a distant kind of grief. It's the kind that leaves a bulging scar you feel every time you itch. It's not something that goes away with a self-care routine of bubble baths and a glass of wine. There'll be a lot of times when you can feel an inkling of the lack of, but for all the acceptable scenarios, your mind will trick you to brush it off. Don't. And, especially if it feels uncomfortable even for a moment. We're not a generation known to be practising prudence. We're all the same, wearing a different cloak, riding to the same tune of rapacity. That's also all of us meeting the same people, only with different faces; and, I'm tired of it.

So walk off, grieve for all that you misunderstood. Grieve wholly, and grieve graciously. But, do it while ensuring, that even if you've been on the receiving end of this misdemeanour, that you're not ever on the opposite end of that rope. Because, the regret of that is even worse.

So I'll come back to what I said. See how people hurt you. Because where there is respect, there'll be caution in anger, as well.

More tomorrow.

Artist: Amy Hsieh

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,
A.