You know, I recently (again) figured out the girl I liked didn’t like me at all so I was going to come onto here and blog about how pointless and monotonous relationships are then I stepped outside.
It’s amazing how much weather can affect a person’s mood, is it not? It seems as though they almost have a direct relationship with one another. When the suns out everybody is outside having a good time. Whether its jogging, shootin’ hoops, or having a picnic with that special someone it seems the neighborhood has come alive again. Summer love breezes through the air along with fresh cut grass and bar-b-q. I guess my man Slug from Atmosphere puts it best http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvY38j7JdCk.
There was young Myla, about 5’ 6” in height brunette with pearl white teeth and one of the most beautiful pairs of browns eyes a man has ever seen, but yet she was alone under the moss covered weeping willow sobbing quietly to herself. You see, she had just broken up with her boyfriend on the terms of him cheating on her with one of her “best friends.” They called it a friendly connection, but she knew better. Having been through a series of broken and mismatched relationships she didn’t know if she could take it any more. Her parents both divorced when she was five and her father turned into a drunkard and beat her and blamed HER for everything. She hadn’t seen her father since she was taken by Child Protection Agency when she was seven and her mother died shortley after the divorce. “Maybe,” she thought “…maybe I’m just not meant for this life, maybe I should just give up on it all.” She looked up to see an old man sitting on a park bench maybe thirty feet from her. She looked away from it in disgust, for she thought this was a symbol to her loneliness. Then she hears a familiar voice, a voice that almost became home to her. She looked up again to see her ex walking through the park with her so-called friend, just laughing and smiling like nothing had happened to them. “How could they?!” she whispered in vain. She felt another wave of tears hit her and she shifted to hide from them on the other side of the tree. Crying, for what seemed like forever, she was abruptly stopped by a tap on her shoulder.
“Miss” said a weak voice
“Go away!” screamed the girl “I don’t need any help from strangers!”
“Young lady, I’m awfully sorry to see you like this. I once mourned the loss of a loved one too you know” said the voice now solemn and soft.
“I don’t want a story! I get it you’re old and you think you know the answer to all of life problems, but you don’t! Nobody can understand me!”
There was silence for awhile, then Myla looked up to see that there was no one around, but a rose had been laid in front of her. “Where had that voice come from,” thought Myla. She now felt even more remorse for screaming hatred at a complete stranger who was trying to help her so again she weeped under that looming tree.
Many hours past and she now found that the sun was setting, but there was that old man, still sitting on the bench. She was curious, so she sat down next to the man to see that he had been drawing something.
“You’re an artist?” asked Myla.
“Why, yes. I took it up when I had no where to turn to. You see life is unforgiving darling and just like those beautiful brown eyes of yours, it never stops.”
She was taken aback by this comment. She had never seen this man before. He hadn’t even looked to see her, let alone in this darkness that was setting in.
“Wh…What do you mean?” she asked quietly.
“I mean darling, that life is too beautiful to handle sometimes.”
She suddenly sees a tear drop fall onto his paper.
“Why are you crying sir?”
“I’ve had a rough life. I don’t know if you’ll understand”
Suddenly she realized the familiarity of his voice. It was the voice that tried to consult her. The one she had so stupidly screamed at. She felt a tear roll down her cheek as it all became clear to her.
“Can I ask you a question mister?”
“Fire away” he said kind of quietly trying to suffocate his sobs
“What happened to? Why are you here all by yourself drawing pictures?”
The sketch the man had been working on was of a family picnicking in the distance on top of a hill.
“Well you see dear, in my life I’ve seen troubles that shouldn’t have even happened. I had it all. A wife, a baby girl, a house, now look at me. I’m an old wash up trying to save others from making the same mistakes. When I saw you crying over that boy over there I couldn’t help but try and consult you.”
She saw that her ex and her friend were still there and had still not noticed her, just as she looked over she saw him reach in for a kiss and proceeded on with that romantic stuff which was nothing but a living hell to Myla. She punched the bench in anger, but only caught a few splinters on her knuckles.
“Hitting something in rage is only going to hurt yourself in the end young lady,” said the old man again softly.
“I know, but I can’t stand to see that happen. Why does this all happen to me?! Why does this so called God have it out for me?!” she screamed in pain.
The old man put his arm around her and said “funny how that works isn’t it? it almost seems as though you’re destined for a life of hatred and regret. But I warn you now. DO NOT travel that path. I spent years upon years sitting in a dirty apartment wallowing in my own filth inches away from suicide everyday, but then that one reason why everything hasn’t worked out hit me….”
It was quiet for awhile, Myla half expecting some huge life lesson to come and half expecting herself to scream out of pent up emotion….She chose the second choice.
“GET ON WITH IT OLD MAN!”
“I should have been a better father to my daughter”
