With the sudden, unexpected loss of my mother’s partner in the early hours of this morning, I have been forced to step back and reconsider the frailty of life. Even with the occasional tension between the two of us (perhaps for the competition for my mother’s attentions) and my distaste for some of his mannerisms, he took wonderful care of my mother over their too-short chapter. He was a good man.
I had just seen him on Monday. Apart from the normal ailments of a man in his 60’s (and even lesser, given his rigorously physical work-life) and those of a smoking man whom would have benefited from a healthier lifestyle (that my mother tried to give to him), he had no complaints. I suppose what I mean to say is, even with the cigarettes and lackluster food-choices, he showed no overt signs of heart disease or extraordinary issues with his lungs (for instance, like my own father’s emphysema).
And yet still
last night he closed his eyes
and this morning he was no longer;
I am not good at many things. However, I am good at reading people. No matter what you say, I know what you mean. No matter how you act, I know how you feel. Though I do understand that people sometimes have reasons for not directly saying what they mean,
I can’t stand a liar.
I am not good at lying. But let’s talk about the difference between lying and manipulation. For instance, if I flake out on a friend, even if I have the intent of coming up with a totally believable excuse, I always fail miserably. With me, you will always get the hard, honest truth (unless you’re asking me if that dress makes your @ss look big). However, when it comes to work situations, for instance, I have no problem manipulating a situation to get my way.
For example, there once was a girl whom I thought was my friend. Well, it turns out she wasn’t (I have learned to trust less, as hard as it is). At first when she started acting towards me in a way I found hurtful, I was just that: hurt. But then I got tired of being upset by her. So I pulled the manager to the side one night, crocodile tears and all, and explained how I didn’t understand what I had done. I used all the right words…