l love this expression since, though cleverly cryptic, says it all. It’s when you have a need, secret or confidence you trust to the wrong person, coming away more bitch-slapped than comforted.
I’ve been in an inexplicable swoon unable to find its source. Could have been the holiday since Easter was once, my most favorite, till hanging up my rosary for good.
It was a season of cleansing, reflecting and rebirth I looked forward to each year.
Now there’s a hole where that spiritual spring cleaning used to be.
I went so far as to stand in the back of my former church feeling foreign, wishing for something to stir in me, but instead flat-lined, my heart empty.
So off I went in the direction of that hardware store searching for solace and peace. Instead, getting neither…a door slammed…a few words of, yeah, so…in essence, don’t bother me.
It’s someone I know who’s limited, yet still hoped for a deeper soul. That’s my part in it. When people show you who they are, believe them, said Maya Angelou.
I’ve actually been to the hardware store a lot lately. I had asked a man I trusted, for help, who belittled me so badly, it left me in a fetal position.
I got screwed in what I thought was the clementine aisle, and did I cry, until someone else came, like a Prince on his steed, helping me up, no questions asked.
See, I should have gone to his store to begin with, where the fruit was fresh on the bough.
I think the trick may be to pause before going shopping, so you don’t find yourself in the checkout aisle in tears.
We shall practice this.