i lay my head on the table as i listen to coin speak to me and tell me
about his adventurous lifestyle *i really do not need to explain to you who
coin is, cause you can tell by the name that he is two sided*. coin asked for
my opinion and i answered; coin smiled and said "i'm happy you could help,
you really listen and speak less"
now, it's not the two "sidedness" of coin that made me realize the definition of being hurt or misunderstood. the thing is coin could figure
the kind of person i was and did not take it to heart when i hardly responded
to his tales.
i then understood hurt when i realized that i had pushed a good person away
because i concluded on the first thing i knew about the person; at that point i
role played myself as coin and tried to imagine how i would have faired, trust
me, it wasn't a pretty site.
i also realized i had been the victim since because coin really didn't have
to worry about a thing; i was the one bothering myself. coin was just being
himself and i was wondering why coin had to be coin and neglecting my life *the
irony eyy?*
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