selective sorrow

"...that even though i will accept u as a friend unconditionally and as u are, i would be genuinely frightened of the prospect of my brother being a homosexual. i think we all just want our loved ones to fit into this...mould of social acceptance, so that we can carry on living our lives with minimal disruption. and only, to accept deviance in those not so immediate to our existence."

"i know, many people are like that too"

"and does that make u sad"

"..yes."


it is so much easier to, for want of better expression, deal with sadness when it is not so near us. of the deviant, the depressed, the deluded, the delineated. just, distanced from this great celestial society that all hail.

and, i admit. being not as near makes for an easier fluffy existence. no need to account for the tears the screams the cries the knocks bangs cuts wails

the silence.

but love, affection, friendship, is not supposed to be categorised in such manner. convenience is actually really really irrelevant to emotion, isn't it? there is only fear for things that actually matter to us and instead of being scared and leaving it at that and thereby leaving someone we supposedly care for alone and helpless, each attempt at communication, assuming failure for every one and meeting disdain when the said loved one is not in the friendliest of minds, at least is a try.

mockery should be the last of concerns when what is at stake is loneliness. right? so we should all at least try to understand, to speak, and most of all, to listen. right?