I should warn you the posts this week are weird.
Or should I say, even weirder than usual.
Some – like today’s – are about how people can have totally different interpretations of what is compassionate. Others, like Tuesday’s, are about the magic of camaraderie. On Wednesday I write about the wonder and importance of love & friendship and on Thursday, I go into full on angst-and-hate mode.
Friday? That’s just mental. Even for me.
Now while all these post obviously represent things I am – or have been – going through, they shouldn’t be read as me going through some sort of personal crisis.
I’m not.
Far from it.
Everything is genuinely good at home and at work.
In fact, if anything, they represent I am alive.
What am I talking about?
Well as much as the emotional rollercoaster of life can be draining, the fact is, these highs and lows are what help us learn, explore and feel connected to life.
Sure, sometimes we’d rather not have certain experiences, but over time, even those often help us get a bigger and better perspective on life.
Our life.
Anyway, all I am saying is everything is OK so don’t read too much into any of these posts – they’re simply the ramblings of an overly sentimental and judgmental bloke from Nottingham and I can assure you, if you think it’s about you, you’re almost certainly wrong.
Or maybe you’re not. Ha.
OK, so let’s begin …
I had originally written a different post for today.
Then circumstances changed and I wrote an entirely different version of it.
Full of bitterness and resentment.
Anger even.
And I desperately wanted to post it because even though the parties it was about would never see it, it was more to do with cleansing my soul.
But I decided against it.
It’s in my drafts folder and will never be published.
Because it will serve no purpose.
It won’t change a thing.
It certainly won’t let me go back in time.
And change the circumstances to change the circumstances.
So the purpose of this post is nothing more than a reminder to myself that beauty isn’t the only thing that’s in the eye of the beholder, so is what is viewed as fair.
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UPDATE:
So since I wrote this, stuff has been sorted out.
Things have been discussed, apologies – from both sides – have been issued and the flood gates that were closed when all this shit started, have been opened and all the good stuff has begun to flow again.
I cannot tell you how happy I am about this.
Believe it or not, I’m not that keen on confrontation but more than that, at my age I can’t afford to lose the few people who put up with me, so as much as this post was supposed to be my reminder that people have different definitions of ‘what is fair’, it actually is a reminder to me that dealing with the issue head on – rather than fuming over it – is much more productive for a healthy, beautiful friendship and inner peace.