crossroad – a medic, a miner, and a sociopath

Each side of noun does not represent single character. One can be medic, miner, or sociopath. Each name will be represented by neither ‘he’ nor ‘she’ but it. It happened several years ago, where a sociopath got what it desired most at that time; a passage of time which concluded the memory of this left-behind creature; a day of consideration and yet it decided to decline all of those things.

For there was a moment of doubt yet this person never acknowledged such event. It had known every desire pointed to the same direction and it chose to disobey. Chances had come and gone and the same person always refused to believe. For there was a chance to go on and push an admission, it didn’t.

This person might need a medic. It got a surgery and critical point has passed. You haven’t heard of this?

I am afraid I have not, my dear. Is that a serious matter? Has it been released for hospital?

Yes. I visited a while.

A sociopath might decide to not do anything. It preferred being alone and watching for afar to come directly and say ‘hi’. One ‘hi’ can change everything for it creates smile, laughter, and tears of joy. This person chose not to. For a change could happen and everything could be far better in every angle.

Hi, your beloved friend here told me you are recovering. How is it? I have not heard any of this affliction from you.

It smiled with pale face because of being lack of blood. There were several bandages and bottle of disinfectant.

Well, it is not something I want to tell everyone and yet I told to one, right? Sorry, it is just not right telling people about my sickness.

Is it? On my way here, I tried to consider what you might need. I hope this is not rude but I brought our friend here.  A doctor should be fine, right? Considering you have such a serious injuries.

Conversation started itself and the sociopath walked out from the room. It was said that fresh air would be just right choice for burdened and wounded flesh. After a moment, the time for a medic to act came, to do what was to be done while the miner sat still.

Truth to tell, thinking of several wounds, losing blood, would not be that hard for those who did not have any of them at first place. The medic gave some advices about how to tend a post-surgery wounds, bind a bandage, use medicine properly, and maybe what diet should the patient take. So, there would a win-win.

The question they should ask is probably these: Why on earth did they not choose this road? Why did they prefer to take the road where they had to be separated into three single entities? Now that everything has turned into pile of ash, every being started to melt down into tears of which they cannot lie anymore. Now, proper burial ceremony has been done and those entities were put to rest at different places for they were sworn to live and die in each of their own way.


They Asked, Have You Met Her?

It happened that I stumbled upon an article titled “Why I Decided To Get Married Before I Was 25” and I came to think of it, of all things my surroundings had done and called upon: a marriage. Truthfully speaking, I am not a big fan of lovey-dovey-kind-of-things and of course I would always be likely to respond anything about marriage passed to me with this: Pfft! Please ….

This article made me think of several reason the author mentioned. Let say, there are seven reason and in my opinion, these seven points are mentioned by an order which means that reason number one can be the reason of number two, and so on. Let me begin at number one since that is the only item matched with my current event.

I have met the woman of my dreams.

I said, really? When I got asked by my family about getting a partner of life and who that lucky, or doomed, lady might be, I smirked and led them to another matter as if I really didn’t want to talk about it. Months of watching my friends betting their life in a bond called marriage made me thinking, is being that worth the try? They would ask me simply, “Have you met her?”

Eventually, I will or may be I have? Frankly, if someone asks me about one lady, I would almost instantly think of one person; a person with so many contradiction. This lady is agreed by all constitution of men from my colleagues to be pretty, strong, intellect, and loving. She has a deep faith in Him and her actions resemble everything just right. Me? Judge all the way you want, Kiddo.

She is near and yet far for I still cannot reach her by any means. She is here yet my eyes cannot catch her presence. She is the white flower the middle of colorful garden and I am no flower. She stands along with her friends and I am sitting idle by the top of abandoned tower under heavy rain; which guarantees my sickness of cold. She meets her accomplishments almost every time when I have to have myself deep under constant struggle just to achieve one thing people can get easily. She can join the crowd naturally when I have to prepare careful planning of speech and etc. etc..

In short, lady of my dream is somehow a polar opposite of me. Does it match my rule? She might be the right person whom I can trust my back, my head, and my heir but am I the gentleman of her dream? I wouldn’t know for sure. If they asked me if I had ever been with her in some occasions, I would like to admit a single yes but again, that wouldn’t be appropriate. because that confirmation would be one-sided.

So, when they ask again if I have met woman of my dreams, yes ‘dreams’ in plural, what would be my proper answer? I guess, I would stick with a simple no for a time being. Happy Saturday!