Fear of hurting the feelings of those hurting others. It matters!

Posted: June 9, 2013 in Fiction, Musings

Wise Friend,

The conversations are more and more absurd, sad, and hilarious. There is no meaning to them.

Juan brings a sense of loftiness and wit to the dialogue, while I walk on eggshells. Maybe we both do.

Fickle wit that goes down the path of nonsensical. Common sense? What is that?

In the same statement, I hear poetry about goodness and siding with those hurting others. I’m wringing my soul to stay quiet and not insult.

Juan fears to hurt anybody’s feelings in that group more than wanting the truth.

He invents facts, half-truths, and twists intentions.

I leave, hurriedly, go home, research, and learn.  Learning elates me. Complicated world.

Friend who likes learning,

You’ll find your voice. Wait, or don’t. Wait. Wait, and learn to be clear. Step back – don’t rush into answering. Calmly, laughingly, point out the pattern.

Weekly it’s too much.

Last week the little girl went to the park with her father and a few of his friends.

At one stage she walked to her pram and pulled out the bag with her nappy changing stuff, opened it, pulled out a nappy and the wet wipes and took them to the picnic basket and lay on getting back and said “nappy” so he would change her. He had to write to me.

This matters!

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