I hate it when I lose it.
I hate it when I behave in the precise manner I dislike being treated.
I end up hating myself.
Today, I lost it – straddled between managing the schedule (we were one hour behind time) and cramming in as much cues and lyrics as I could into my puny mind, before the start of the event. I didn’t think I was actually stressed out but I was. When the furor of the rush died down, sometime before the event began, I walked over to Scooter Girl.
‘Hey, I’m really sorry for responding to you that way,’ I said. ‘It was inappropriate of me.’
She shook her head and murmured, ‘It’s okay.’ But I knew deep inside, it wasn’t.
I felt like a huge, deep sigh. I’d hurt someone with my emotional outburst. I’ve got to make amends somehow…
Why do we treat people the same way we dislike being treated, when we’re pushed in a corner? It’s really a case of the things I want to do, I don’t. And the things I don’t want to do, I do. What a massive conflicting state. I see some people around me who are constantly wrapped in love. They do wonderful, little things that touch lives and always seem to able to reach out to those who pass by, if only to bring a little sparkle into their mundane day.
I want that.
I want to sprinkle a little stardust into the lives of the people around me so that when they walk away, they’re shining.
Tormenting myself just as the day ends won’t help matters though. Tomorrow is a clean slate, one upon which I’ll write a new story. I’ll try.
‘I don’t like me,’ I complained to the Dream Maker.
‘When you look at yourself under such microscopic lenses, who do you see?’ He asked.
‘I see a girl who tries… but is always falling short,’ I said.
‘Do you see Me?’ He cupped my face in His hands.
‘You?’ I shook my head, but I knew where He was going with this.
‘You no longer exist, I do. Can you see Me in you?’ He pressed on.
‘Well… sometimes, I forget…’
‘All things old have passed away, I’ve made you new. All that you are, is now wrapped up in all that I am. Who am I?’ He smiled.
‘You’re everything I want to be,’ I began.
‘Ah, but you already are that person,’ He interrupted me. ‘You only forget. When you stop seeing Me, you’ll only see all that you are. But that’s a shadow of things that have passed.’
I think I’ll buy Scooter Girl a peanut butter chocolate bar. I heard that’s her favourite.