I am in my special place, the couch actually, and close my eyes.
The lights are dimmed and I slip into a trance.
I am done for this minute, hour, day, week, month, year and even lifetime, maybe, and await further instructions from deep within to attain Samadhi state. A state of Nirvana. Having done all I can, having conquered all impulses, except maybe shopping, I am content to wait for eternal bliss to come my way. After some tea perhaps, or some mind-numbing television even.
At least silence works, for the moment.
Where’s your mobile?
I don’t know.
Voices, trying to get into my head. Actually one voice. A voice that asks questions, answers them and makes observations and gives obvious conclusions, sounding pleased, waiting for accolades at such display of life and enthusiasm.
Nope. A blithe spirit. A friend. A well-meaning, genuinely caring friend.
A devoted soul, brimming with concern enters the zone with all energy, brimming with cheerfulness that grates on my frayed nerves.
What are you doing?
What is this? Why? How? Where?
And why are you so quiet? What did I say now? What did I do? Shouldn’t I have called? Shouldn’t you have answered first?
Hmm. Yes. No. Really. For the next ten minutes.
I reel from the onslaught and ignore it while I can and then – Enough!
As expected, easy tears, the waterworks. The works! The efforts to pile guilt on me.
I refuse to feel any, for I know I am in MY space, it’s MY time and MY life.
Don’t snap at me! How dare you treat me this way? After all that I have invested into this relationship!
Oh Hell! That’s not how I remember it. Anyway I don’t think so.
You have not got any returns from this relationship?
Only incurred losses?
I’m not going down that road. I know she is itching for an argument now. I hold the receiver a little away from my ear and pace the room, now lit up in harsh lights, the blood rushing to my head.
From my window, I now look at the dog that won’t let go of a bone, worrying it till it cracks into splinters and then looks surprised as to why its mouth is bleeding. It yelps in pain. Some children playing on the street rush to call for help.
So I say- Could you please not think aloud? Resolve the way you feel. It’s not my problem.I am the problem here. So you need to let go. Deal with it. I want to be alone. I want silence. I don’t want to talk about anybody. To anybody. For anybody. Sometimes I just could go through the motions and not disturb the very air around me.
Nothing works out. The assault continues.
So I say, in all exasperation-Would it make things easy if I quit? OK. I quit. Even if it makes me more miserable than I am. Move away? Fine. Even die? Yay! Why not!
I will go. Why should you? Anyway, I do so much for you. I am such a good friend. You never think about me. In fact I watch out for you…
Yes, I’m so tired of all this now. Listen! You are the good one here. Miss Congenialty.You are the best. Could you now go spread some sunshine in other lives? Please? And if you have a real problem, you know where to find me. You have millions of friends, a wonderful family even. What can you want from a loser like me? Do you want to finish the job life started? Annihilate me?
Does nothing matter to you?
Don’t people matter?
Who behaves like this?
Oh, the times you take ‘U Turns’ and behave so unpredictably. I never know where I am with you!
Yes. The U Turn. It’s called survival.
Don’t be sarcastic! AHHHH! Nothing matters to you!
Well, you see, so much matters. Peace, silence, and solitude matter. I feel stifled with all this attention. You’ve helped me, I am grateful to you. You are a wonderful friend. I get it. I’m eternally grateful. But I never asked you for help. Never. You did it out of the kindness of your heart. Don’t kill me with so much kindness. Find yourself another project to work on, another relationship to invest in. This here is done. You are flogging a dead horse. I have nothing to give. I am Nothing. Let me slip into Nothingness. No, I don’t need anybody to rescue me. I just want out. OUT! It cannot get more specific than that really!
But then, she chooses to think I’m in a bad mood. I know she thinks I am fraught with stress and other problems and I need tender loving care. Lol! Despite the blood pressure shooting up to alarming levels, I cannot suppress a smile. I am glad she cannot see me smile for she’d be really mad!
After what seems an eternity it comes.
I’m sorry. I know you didn’t mean anything bad.
I know. I didn’t mean anything bad.
Sob! Then why do you do this?
Hell, woman, haven’t you any sense of space? Any sense of self?
I am a bad person. A horrible friend. Face it. I can’t be what you want me to be. I will be quiet more times than not. I will look into far away spaces and sit still. I will walk away inexplicably. I will be myself. I will take U turns. I refuse to pretend to be happy and jolly when I am a shattered being trying to make pieces of my self whole again.
And it is all my fault. Please accept this. And, I won’t change. I cannot.
You don’t mean it!
But, I mean it all.
Every single word.