Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence - IV

"Empathy is the ear of all emotion. It hears all, and tells all."

Whenever a situation happens, there's always a problem. Always. The inevitable issue of having a house full of personality flaws is the same issue that occurs when many allied nations have expanded their borders to the edge of their friendly line. From the position of the outside, it would make sense that the conflicting nations simply say 'alright, we stop here.' But no, it has to get personal. Similarly, when someone makes a mistake in the eyes of another in this house, it may as well be World War Next.

At 2:30 PM yesterday (Friday), I received a mental warning. I had the sudden urge to leave the house as soon as I woke up. So I grabbed my wallet, phone, keys, glasses, and a jacket. Izzy asked where I was going. I didn't really know, so I said 'Places'. Places I went. I stopped by the bank to drop off my check, and I stopped by a familiar park some hour or two down the road to collect my thoughts. From there, I went to visit my parents. For the first time in possibly ever, I actually felt at home for a little bit. The feeling faded after some conversations with my father, but ultimately, it worked out.

At 5:30 AM this morning (Saturday), I caught word that something happened back at the house. By a whim, I stayed at my parent's house for the night to catch up on some things that I didn't get to do earlier, thus having received the message via Facebook. To make a long story short, I made glad in my decision to be away from everyone. After a long bout of depression, I went to sleep by 8 AM. I woke up again at about 1 PM, where I spent some time with my older brother until 6 PM, and started the journey back home.

I walked in the door at 7:30, and everything seemed to be fine, previous events be damned. So my mood soon improved vastly, almost completely back to a state of normal consciousness.

Oh, if only everything were that simple.

As soon as a house guest leaves, everything erupts to fuck-all hell. Hell that really shouldn't have broken out. I think it's ridiculous. 

To outline, a grave mistake was made. There's no doubt or denial that it was a stupid decision. So far as I know, admittance of such is punishment suitable for the offender. But it seems the afflicted didn't agree, the victim of said mistake was determined to make sure that not only the action was a mistake, but to ensure that the one who did such an action was reduced to nothing. Stripped of pride, happiness, and everything that isn't apologetic cries of help.While I agree in the form of verbal retaliation, the effect desired by the victim was far beyond any line I could draw in the execution.

So lots of arguing later, we have the same two parties, who have done absolutely nothing to improve their relations despite attempts from one party in refusal to the other. Where do I stand in all this? Well.

Were I anyone else, I would have slapped the accuser across the face. Enough is enough. There's a point where the accused understands what happened. Furthering punishment beyond that point is completely uncalled for. There's really no reason for it. Especially when the only justification that is brought up for such a punishment is for personal pleasure. There's no real excuse for what happened, and frankly, such actions have lead to attributing towards a much larger problem.

To the accused, I need only state my disappointment. Enough damage has been done by the accuser, so I need not say more. Not like I would anyways. They know their wrongs, and have felt the backlash from it. It is said that the road to hell is paved with good intentions, perhaps such a saying can be seen in a brighter light to the accused.

So here I am, in between 'hatred' and 'sorrow', the two worst feelings imaginable, seeping their way in me with a cruel mix of burning desire to end this, and an itch to explode to tell everyone exactly why they can only do what they do, and naught more. Had the argument not ended, I don't believe my patience would have remained as it has. The subjects listed know who they are. I should state that the Accused will find solace under my wings. The lesson was learned, the damage done, the next step lies in recovery. In time, the Accuser will see and understand this as their own lesson to be learned. If not, then the cycle will simply repeat....and I'll have no tolerance for a second mistake by either party.

Take it as you wish, be it a warning, a challenge, whatever. I have kept my peace, and I shall spread it to the willing.