Friday, March 7, 2014

Week in Seven Words #206 & 207


Sometimes the only way to avoid falling is to lower yourself to your knees, by choice, before finding firmer ground to stand on.

She does her best to convince me to go against my conscience, and she almost succeeds. But at the end, I do what I'll be able to live with.

Their rooms: a pink glow, a blue cove.

Weary greeters, looking washed out under the fluorescent lights.

He's uncomfortable with being sensitive, so he hides it with a snotty attitude. She's also sensitive, but she cries when she needs to.

At the head of every line is an elderly person who turns shopping into a social opportunity. Maybe it's the only time that day they'll talk to someone. They'll hold up the line if they need to, by dwelling on the finer points of their receipts and exploring the depths of pockets and bags to stall for time.

Wearing a winter coat indoors while I work.


The voice on the other end of the line is hoarse and quiet.

Her lips twist as she returns the chocolates. Beneath the foil, she found a stale crumble.

Another light has winked out.

Messy, dirty snow and painful cold.

What happens to children whose personal voice has been pounded out of them? How do they regain the ability to tell stories about their lives with some sense of self-assurance?

They're brisk and efficient. Their mind is always on what they'll be doing next, and what they should be doing according to a magazine, a website, their friends and family and co-workers. They operate on a schedule that's daunting. There are few moments to stop and think; every pause prompts the appearance of a smartphone. And this is why, as friendly as we may be towards each other, we stop short of actual friendship. Sometimes I think it's like the express train vs. the local, occasionally making it to the station at the same time, but on different tracks. But that's an imperfect analogy.

In the guise of helping others, they express an intense selfishness.


Yvonne@fiction-books said...

Hi Hila,

I can relate to bone-weary by the end of the week, in fact there are occasions where I don't even answer the phone and just let the message service pick up the call, as I am too tired to speak.

Fluorescent lights aren't kind to you, once you reach a certain age. Defects show up in all their glory, under the harsh glare ... I have personal knowledge, believe me!!

I can't begin to tell you just how often I have allowed someone to talk me into a course of action, against my better judgement. I can be quite assertive in my own mind, then I open my mouth and all this rubbish pours out, which bears no resemblance to my thoughts at all!!!

Another great week in words, you always make me think about my own actions!!

Have a good weekend,


Relyn Lawson said...

I know some wolfish people. They make me sad.

Relyn Lawson said...

I love what tracks says about you and your priorities.

HKatz said...

@ Yvonne - Yes, it can be hard to stand up to someone especially when they're hammering away at you. I'm glad you enjoyed these words!

@ Relyn - Yep, and it's hard to discuss their behavior with them because they just deny that they're selfish. I also know people who behave like this unconsciously, which is even harder to discuss as they firmly believe they're unselfish; it's not merely a guise.