Hi Everyone,
Just when I wrote a blog, (in my head) and decided to post it, another one comes out of the purple. This is what I mean.
Life is strange. I see people from my recent and distant past all the time. Like today, as I boarded a bus, I expected to see someone, yet unexpectedly saw someone else at the next stop. When I saw someone from my past, (who I actually like) I motioned for her to sit in the seat in front of me. Instead she sat in the seat behind me and on the other side. After we looked at each other for a second or two we both turned away and I closed my eyes.
Okay, so here’s the thing I want everyone reading to understand; I don’t get pissed off at people when they do things like that. I haven’t for decades. I am serious. Don’t ask me why. Even if I meet and get to know someone for a few minutes or have known them for years it makes no difference. I just think, as I did earlier today, “Okay. Whatever.” But because I am human, I am FAR from happy when someone treats me inhumanely. I did not consider when, “someone from my past,” decided to sit somewhere else inhumane treatment at all. To me there is HUGE difference between humane and inhumane treatment.
When the bus pulled into a transfer station I asked her if she was getting off at the same spot I was. She was. And she asked if I had a cigarette. “Sure,” I said, “Let’s get off here and walk.” Once our cigarettes were lit, she started talking. It was then that, I “got it.” Let’s just say that her life is not 100% happy.
She spoke. I listened. Anytime I spoke, all I said was either, “Shit (her name) are you serious?” or, “Oh my God,” until we reached the bus. Before we boarded, I tried to give her as much encouragement as I could. I am not an expert, but I do know that life can have a way of wearing people down to nothing if they allow it.
On the bus, we both sat in the aisle seats, side by side and spoke very little. At first I thought our lack of conversation was strange. I mean, she shared SO MUCH with me in the time we had. But now, as I am writing this blog, I realize she just didn’t want the whole bus knowing her life. Had I not been so lost in her world, I may have noticed that earlier.
“I think your stop is here,” she said.
“No, it’s across the road,” I replied. “Here,” I said, “Take these. You’ve had a rough go.” I gave her all the cigarettes I could spare.
“Thank you, why … ?” she asked.
“Because when we worked together, you were always fair with me.”
“Ya, but we only worked together for like what, 3 weeks?”
“It doesn’t matter. You were always fair with everyone.”
She smiled and said “Yea, I’m fair with everyone.”
“I know, (her name).” I smiled at her.
“You know, I’m such a sweet girl,” she said half-smiling.
“No (her name) you’re such a sweet woman. Take care.” In my head, I thought, I just wish more people would recognize that.
Life might not be fair, but people can be. But whether people are fair or not, it is always better to give someone a hand up, when life is (bitch) slapping them in the face. It means than people know.
Thank you for reading, A. Rebel’s Rant! ;D
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