torsdag 16 april 2009

Damaged goods

We are all damaged, it seems. In one way or another our carry-on bags are so heavy that we shouldn't even have been let on the flight to start with. Where are the stewards people? Planes crash if they get overloaded, if every single passenger is carrying too much weight the fuel will not take us where we intend to go. And so, we end up in situations in life where we wish we where not.

Frugan was dating this guy. He was too young for her. Or maybe you can call it too undemolished. It was doomed from the start, he would never have understood her missbehavour, paranoia and unexplainable fear for love and trust. If you don't carry any luggage, never have thought that you found the right but was wrong, never have been hurt as hell, then you will never understand the fear of calling something two instead of one and one. It takes time you know. Two years ago, someone I trusted with my life went fishing. In several ways, some of you know the story. Two years ago. As time went by, feelings disappeared one by one - love, hate, disappointment, anger and pity. The one and only thing that is still there is the fear. Of ever ending up there again. I don't ever want to go there again. So how am I ever going to get to travel somewhere with someone when the plane that is supposed to take us there is so jammed with load that it will crash and burn half way? If you know that a plane is going to crash, would you get on it in the first place? I'm finding myself calculating possibilities. The more attractive the intended destination is - the more it is worth risking a ride straight to hell instead. Putting it that way, so far no destination in the world/life has been worth the jeopardizing. Recently I have been starting to think that what I need instead is a really qualified pilot. Someone that can steer that plane, even if it's overloaded with all my shit. Someone who has been there, seen it, felt it and survived. Someone that understands where I'm coming from but is able to show me that it might just be worth the ride. Feel the pressure JK.

2 kommentarer:

  1. Why not be your own pilot? And when the plane is too overloaded you know what to throw overboard. And perhaps invite someone to ride in the plane. With you!
    lots of love
    "svärmor"

    SvaraRadera
  2. I guess you have to reach a certain age to be able to come up with things as wise as that... I will learn to fly! Now I know where frugan got all her intelligence from... Thank you for a beautiful comment.

    SvaraRadera