Fools are determined by words

The last two days I was around with people I can’t really stand. Some of them. In an advertisment for the University of Iceland I once read: Talk sense or be silent. Well silence was a word that didn’t exist in the tiny universe of these guys.

So I became silent as an upcoming storm.

I spent the whole day together with these people. In a lunchbreak  – it was outside, raining in a mountaineous forest – I took my seat a little bit distant from the group. Not to look for isolation (o.k., maybe a tiny bit – I do this more and more recently, hm…) but for a dry spot and some calm moments. So I sat down in that little cave, very moisterous, from where I could watch the whole group.

And after a few moments of silence, since the cave was somehow isolated from any sound – magic cave, wow, i thought – everything changed. The faces of my disliked  companions turned into beauty. When minutes ago there was just the wish in me to scream all their hypocrisy and narrowness at them, now sympathy awaked. I saw smiling faces, bodies shaking in laughter, people sharing food in empathy and growing bonds. This made the day easy.

Well, me, I’m lying here, with nothing in my ears
Me, I’m lying here, with nothing in my ears
Me, I’m lying here, for what seems years
I’m just lying on my bed with nothing in my head

~ by zkar on June 28, 2009.