I posted the following as a comment on this blog entry.
Sometimes it's just a few words that makes the donut inedible or a little argument or a little disagreement. And you get thrown away. If this is just or not, it doesn't matter. It happens every day and every single one of us.
Sometimes it takes a bit more. I'm not sure what my father would do when I was gay. He wouldn't be happy, that's for sure. Would he throw me away?
What would it take for a mother to throw her daughter away? Minor flaws? Huge fights and arguments?
What would it take for me to throw the people I love away? What if I do that and then regret it? Can I pick them out of the bin? And will that relationship still taste the same?
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Detail matters, indeed. In German, I often say if someone tends to go from being funny to being annoying:
"Von lustig zu lästig ist es nur ein winziger Schritt - nur ein Buchstabe muss ausgetauscht werden ..."
And in the bigger scale:
Good that you don not have to find out possible reactions of people dear to you to certain questions. And the not knowing how they might react may be a blessing.
a blessing or a curse ... :)
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