Its Life, Right?

Love and hate. Twin forces that I saw last night at a Carl’s Junior by where I work. Here’s the view. I go out to eat after a 2+ hour walk after work. I order my usual 1/3d pound combo which I like. There is a couple sitting across the restaurant. Since they are the only other customers I engaged in some observation. I can hear the woman from across the restaurant recriminating, spiteful, insulting. All pointed to the guy she is with. The server stops by and she hated the sandwich. Okay. Got that. She paid for it. They get up to leave and they walk out different doors and she is stridently asking him if he is going to unlock the car any time soon for her.

I remember the saying,

familiarity breeds contempt

What is it that brings this out in people after what I think were probably years and years together? Was she that way when they met? What are his faults besides just “taking it” from her? Is he just a doormat and won’t stand up for himself? I remember back to being married and a thing I still believe.

You never really know another person when you marry them. You only know what they want you to know. Just wait for the divorce though. Then you learn the whole story. All that stuff that is covered up that the other person does not want you to know is stripped off and you see the naked emotion and desire and fault of the person just like they see yours.

I guess the thing that remains is that I am so glad to not have another person injecting themselves on things, saying cruel things, becoming insulting and demeaning in a restaurant. As I walked out I told the same server my sandwich was good. She just nodded and said thanks. I think people hear it all in that endeavor.

Perhaps that is just me. Maybe my ego and narcissistic aptitudes come bubbling up when I hear people talking that crap to one another. Perhaps I remember 22 years of married life and what I learned after it. I wonder if the guy goes out ever and has a beer, wonders what the Hell happened. Perhaps his significant other is not so significant and he is beaten down and shuffles through life forever feeling the sting of personal defeat. Maybe he has learned how to deal with it all and he just stumbles through life from one fast food restaurant and a forgettable sandwich to another.

I’d say life is too short and we only have a few runs at things. Imagine being with another person and having that person descend to insult and injury.

There is no place to go next. Life is a wall. You order another burger.

Author: Michael Perry

I've been blogging for over 20 years and now am living in Southeast Asia. The blog is about my slow vagabonding wherever I want to go. My home base is in Cambodia but I'm rarely there.