Sunday, July 23, 2006

allowances

I don’t even know you and I don’t like you. I don’t have to either. I’m off the hook – he allows me to dislike you. In every person I dislike I try to find one quality about them I could truly appreciate. Everyone has a story. Deaths, broken relationships, long winding love stories. I seek these stories as a way to relate. That even when someone’s obnoxious, lazy, and rude or just a snob, I can touch on one thing in their life. One thing I can understand. One thing that makes them human, just like me.

There’s only one quality of yours that I like. And that is him. With all my efforts to see past your surface, I only come up with his depth. Try as I might to search for something to empathize, I can only relate to him.

I’m excused from being friendly, even just polite, when you sweep past me as if I were not even there. You allow me to overlook you when you omit me.

Sometimes I feel bad about the way I feel about him, but usually, I just don’t care. You forgive me when you disregard him. I’ll never forget him.

2 comments:

MalleyCat said...

hey, youre pretty good

Buffy said...

This is one of those 'lets read three times' posts.

Makes me want to read it again.