The Time Difference - My Weekend Summarized
Anger and responsibility are two words that coincide far too regularly, no matter in what capacity with great responsibility no one can simply not get angry. The reason I chose the rather ambiguous title of “The Time Difference” is because it can symbolize many different things. For example:
- The time difference between two peoples ages
- The time difference between two events
- The time difference in evolution
- The time difference it takes for two (or more) people to get something done.
I really can’t define the events of late in recent times, I was blamed for something I didn’t even get close to doing and felt guilty. I mean why would my mind do that, somehow the equation of
SOMETHING I DIDN’T DO ———-> BLAME ONTO ME = GUILT
I mean I am apologetic by nature and this thing I was blamed for wasn’t even that bad, neither did it actually happen I just happened to be there by the sounds of it. Either way I was asked to look after a house for a friend for an evening, nothing grand nothing small. Only three people including myself were there which was allowed, two dropped in for five minutes with the ‘home owners’ permission. Personally I’d see nothing wrong with this they had permission why not, but somehow five minutes in the ‘owners’ mind came to the whole evening.
Upon her return apparently we had a wild party all evening, this is all according to her I was washing up at the time of me being told this. I hung my head in shame as I carried on, what else could I have done? This girl that I had stabilized from many depressive moments was having a go at me, she went upstairs and blasted a song in rage.
“Die motherfucker DIE!”
Were the only lyrics that I could make out, so all that helping to her throughout the year had gone to waste. As I mentioned before I’m apologetic but this really annoyed, having ran from different places to her house just to make sure she was still alive after a phone call hurt and coursed. Every time I was never near and would at least pull three muscles each time I ran, Well I left my watch round hers that morning no intensionally accidentally. I truly suspect that the watch in question is now in a pile of quartz and a rubber strap, maybe with the odd bit of plastic for the watch hands.
I’d also like to say that the other two in the house that were allowed did fall asleep and so from 4 - 6am I was tiding the house, which I didn’t mind. But to be accused that morning of having wild parties and “Taking the piss”, she didn’t want to go out that evening she said before she left. But if she wants to try and search my anger she is the only person to find it in a long time. If there is indeed a next time I’ll show her what a real disaster is, and I don’t think her mother will be pleased.
This isn’t a rant, it’s a warning.
I have emotions too, sadly anger is one of them.
So send in all your cavalry,
and send those you know.
because I too have no fear of death,
just like a forgotten foe.
(Source: thefezman)
