End of Line

I am generally a very patient person. I like to let things take their own time. If the restaurant is particularly crowded and my order is taking time, then the reason is obvious. It's not like the waiter is making me wait for sadistic pleasure (at least I hope not, because I AM HAAANGRY). If the traffic is moving slowly and I'm in a hurry, no amount of honking will clear the road for me. The guy in front doesn't like to be stuck in the middle of the road either. When he has space to move, he will, and consequently, so will I. A watched pot never boils because no one has the required amount of patience to see it through. I don't either. After which comes a point where your mind just can't take it any more. That point is the real measure of one's patience. What it takes to drive a person beyond that point, over the edge, pushing him to take the unexpected course of action. 


It might be only trivial at times, deeming it to be an over-reaction or an outburst. But in reality, it's like being pushed against the wall, slowly, being squished between the wall and the pressure that is pushing you down, like one of those traps Batman always used to find himself in. This pressure builds up over time and when it reaches the point of unbearable pain, you will scream in pain. It can start with as small a thing as a joke gone bad or an awkward moment, lead to a bad first impression and then snowball into you not being able to stand the sight of that person. Anything they do or say will just push you further against the wall, inching you closer to the threshold point.


The most difficult form of patience is practiced while dealing with loved ones. The process is much slower, much harder to bear and requires the most amount of self-restraint. You can pretend to not care about the little things and the small mistakes, but they too pile up like the dirty laundry. There's just no escaping it. Except perhaps if you wash it more often. Don't let it linger or pile up, make clear your problems and discontent with the other party as and when it happens and hope for a fresh start. No pressure, no pushing and no pain. Simple, right? Wrong. While I was happily washing your laundry, you have collected a whole pile of mine because of the constant nagging and complaining. So one way or another, it is going to happen. You can just hope the laundry bag is too big or try not to mess up your clothes too much. 

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P.S. - This post didn't turn out the way I had it in my head, which I don't remember now because I was lazy and dragged it on weeks. 

It's only human

We were not created to be the same. We are not meant to be the same. We were created differently. We are meant to be different. These differences are what makes us human. It is both a gift and a curse. It has given us some of the greatest artists and some of the greatest anarchists as well (and sometimes both are the #sameguy). But what it has given us the most is something so simple yet so difficult to understand - right and wrong, good and bad, black and white...so much so that everything is grey. 

The more I think about it, the clearer it becomes. To me at least. And that's the whole point. What may seem as clear as a bright sunny day to me might seem like a foggy winter morning to someone else. Something that makes me jump out of my skin with horror may not even bother someone else enough to get a reaction out of them. What I may see as beautiful and elegant may look grotesque and ugly to another. Music to my ears, noise that makes his ears bleed. A combination of different flavors just the thought of which makes my mouth water, an abomination which makes someone else's stomach turn. You get the idea, I hope, because it's quite possible that you didn't. 

So everyone is different, but some are more different than others. (Mostly) Everything is distributed normally, i.e. the maximum number of people agree with what can be termed as "common sense" and there is a decreasing variation on either side of this view. These cases range from the 'slightly different' to the 'poles apart' in their thinking. This variation is a result of who that person is and what he thinks. So, while you might encounter people who agree with you, the people who don't agree are not doing it intentionally. They are different, and they see, hear and understand things differently. Hence, they think and act differently. 

I can't help but believe that this is why all conflicts occur. If only we could see the other person's point of view, we would understand the reason behind the friction. A little thing called empathy does go a long way to help you do that, but it isn't enough. Empathy is a tough not to crack, the hardest part of which is to be able to control your own emotions. Having someone disagree with you is not a pleasant thought for (almost) anybody. Instinct tells me to correct and defend rather than introspect and comprehend. And it is all downhill from there. So is my train of thought, dammit!

What I'm trying to get to is that common sense is uncommon not because people are idiots, but because they are different and it doesn't occur naturally to them. The same applies to you and me as well. Instead of trying to understand the reasons behind the conflict, understanding the people behind those reasons is important, according to me at least. 

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P.S. - Somehow this pic made sense to me for this post. But I'm not sure if it will to other people. Just illustrating a point.