SALT ON WOUND

Today is just one of those days that you say "i hate life, i hate the world" because of one small tragic thing, when you usually love life. When was the last time you cried, got a teary eye, weeped, shed tears, whether crocodile or real? That question is not meant for dudes coz i know what you are gonna say, "Never...a man is not supposed to cry bla bla bla..."! It's been a while since i cried or got a teary eye, but not on this day, i had to let it out. Well, when your boss yells at you or bashes you for being constantly late to work, you ask yourself, "Why me, God why are you doing this to me?", well it's really your fault that all this is happening in the first place. On top of all this, you are dead broke and wishes to ask for an advance from your salary, you are late coming to work and then you get bashed, you feel unfortunate and now there's no way you are going to ask for an advance without feeling stupid. You can't help but to rush to the bathroom and sob away your frustrations, you come back to your desk and one of your workmates shouts out to you, "why are you crying?", really? as if it was necessary that everyone hears that. On this same day after work you are walking to the bus stop on your way home, you are struggling with a strand of hair from your weave that is hanging on your face and is constantly poking your left eye and you just can't seem to get it off. "Man was made in the form of God", a lotta people say that, and i don't refute that for a second, but i think that after God made us, the devil came and completely transformed some of us into his very own image. A strange man comes from behind you and insists that you walk with him, scrap that, practically persists that you walk with him, and it's not like he's Denzel Washington or Will Smith, it's one of those guys who are usually hittting on you and you wish they were Denzel or Will. So here you are struggling to get that strand of weave away from your eyeball, a stranger is harrassing you on the road even after literally telling him to fuck off, and just when you think, wow, this day couldn't get any worse, a really handsome man is approaching and you don't wanna look stupid or like the world is against you, all you can afford to do at this moment is to smile as if you were not having some of the worst moments of your life. You pray to God that he gets you home safely, and that your shoe strap that looks a bit loose doesn't come out while you are walking, to add salt onto this bit of wound, you have a flu and a runny nose, with red eyes. Happy February!