Ever had one of those days where you wondered what if, and what could have been?
It’s funny how life can give you roses and chocolates and cotton candy, and then the next day you get rotten fish.
It’s just one of those days for me. Rotten fish. You think you know how to keep the fish alive and well, and the next thing you know, it’s floating belly up, putrefying and turning the water it’s in all murky and cloudy, affecting all the other fish in the tank.
How do you keep the fish alive? You feed it, you nurture it, you change the tank water, maybe even talk to it. The fish may grow, slowly, albeit steadily. You and fish become good friends. You know what your fish likes to eat, and your fish is happy to eat off your hand. One day you decide to bring your friendship with Fish even closer, and you try to pat it gently. Fish turns around and bites you till it bleeds. And it bleeds really badly. You feel really hurt. Not because of the bleeding wound, but because you had trusted Fish. You thought that Fish was your Good Friend. Apparently not. Fish doesn’t trust you after all. It had only trusted you up to a certain level. Even that perhaps, was a “fake” sort of trust.
Do you try and nurture your friendship back with Fish? Or you leave it be? Leave it at that level where you just feed Fish from afar? Or maybe take one step back and be less friendly with Fish?
I’d say be less friendly – sometimes it’s not worth it to be too nice. Some people are so used to others not being nice to them that when you are nice to them – they automatically think you mean harm or have ulterior motives.
Live and let live *HUG*. There are so many fish in the sea 🙂
I’m someone who can’t be arsed.
To go deal with a difficult person (or a person going through a difficult time) is only worth it if you were very good friends and he/she has had periods of wonderful-ness;-)
If it were Fish, I would just forget it existed (I’m good at that haha) or flush it down the toilet. I will not care if it were still alive in my septic tank, getting eaten up slowly by all the yucky stuff or has shit clogging up its gills. If it had a voice and could call me, I would not help it. Too bad. Already cut my losses.