Tuesday, May 12, 2009
It is a beautiful sunny day here today which makes us all happy but especially the dogs who are sun bathing blissfully.
Woke much too early luckily this coincided with Richie coming back from the toilet and two lots of THC got me back to sleep for another few hours.
Woke up feeling good and did the usual exercise and massage routine all the time thinking about Morton getting those unfriendly comments by someone anonymous.
Wonder why anyone thinks it important or necessary in anyway to be unpleasant to anyone else, why waste time and energy on being unpleasant.
When for half the output you could be being friendly and getting friendship in return.
Strange to be having a go at someone they do not know, have no relationship with or interest in and above all have no argument with.
No link, no connection nothing.
So why what is this all about?
Could it be jealousy?
Strange but true people can be jealous of all sorts it does not only restrict itself to obvious things like sudden good fortune, a big lottery win.
It can be other things too someone in exile can be envied being up against it, someone with an illness can be envied for the friendship and support they are getting.
When I was just 12 at a new convent school in Germany I was told by the Mother Superior I could come and see her whenever the homesickness for Trinidad got too much for me.
A kind gesture to me but one a nun who was looking after the boarders hated me for, she was jealous of a child and this sad frustrated woman set out to make my life miserable.
Every time she walked by me she would pinch or slap me, if I did not want to eat a milk dessert that was gone off or rancid baked semolina or a half formed chick in a boiled egg she would make me sit at the table until I did.
Something really very sad was the news on Sunday that an acquaintance Pete Kelly from Liverpool had died of a heart attack that morning.
What a horrible shock especially as he was such a fit man.
A very nice man who was politically active, especially active in fighting the fascists.
When I first met him was in a friend’s printing shop where I had gone to pass on information about a fellow student, an Indian woman and her housemates who were being harassed by the local youths.
When I first saw Pete I thought to my shock that the fascists had arrived in the shop.
He was a tall man with a shaven head dressed like a skinhead in denim with Doc Martin’s boots on his feet.
An intimidating figure but as soon as I was introduced I could see he was a very nice and when I got to know him discovered he was also a kind man who looked out for his friend’s
The young kids who had been harassing the Indian woman and her housemates were pretty intimidated by the sight of Pete and Paul, another tall skinhead and were quite happy to retire back into private life and devote themselves to their favourite skateboarding.
Real sad news Pete has died especially for his parents who will be missing their fine son who was also their full time carer.
Pete like Morton lived in the same house as his parents so that he too could give them the care and support that they needed.
Don’t think Mr/Mrs or Ms anonymous would have left a comment like that for Pete and they really shouldn’t for Morton.
Instead they should use all that energy to get a life for themselves that includes being friendly and making the neighbourhood better where they live.
Life is there to be enjoyed if possible, it is too short to spend it being anonymous and full of hate which in the end hurts only yourself.
Better surely to give and receive love that is what is best for people they thrive on love.