Whenever frustrated with my ways, friends somehow chose never to call me names, they preferred to see my ways as just not right for my age. 'age faulting' as a self-coinage, reader. They cursed my head was not above a three year old whenever they found my personal growth intolerable.
The only man (who knew me inside out) who was mild in his putting it across was the one who fathered me...he opined " You are a strange mixture of an adult and a child. It will take a difficult mind to understand you. And he paused it will take a difficult man to handle you" My dad I guess predicted my future well!
Through the teens a schoolfriend commented, " You should be speaking to boy friends not to stray pups" I did ponder over it but somehow I found the tailed world more meaningful than the less tailed ones.
Black eyed stray pups interested me than the possibility of a blue/brown eyed prince of a man.
Across the years I heard I did try to be better, I just did not know what it was about my unruly head.
Some who mistook the abnormality for a spark of genius found the gap of being intellectually above sixty and emotionally below three interesting.
But then as most found me intolerable and frustrating I did make efforts to efface that gap.
The age faulting error was commented upon quite recently. A friend scolded right through my head for having spoken so much to a stranger. She tirades.."do you know what he really is? Do you realise how he would have seen your world of bells, lights and horses?"
I reply nonchalantly, "His eyes hold goodness"...she hangs up irate and frustrated with my head after age calling me.
When I heard the line go dead, I felt a remorse that my head had not improved much across the years.
I guess God was messed with his math text when he calculated me out. I am me, just being me, in fact the best me I can be.
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