" it can happen just once, late in the day, and still the whole thing's shot "

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you have a misunderstanding late in the day, and you decide that it's not really worth it to go further than it already has. the time looms near 10 in the PM. you wonder if this silence will ever be broken and it seems now, that it never will.

why are humans so bent on being right? when you hit a snag in communication, how come there is no other way to get through it, other than giving each other the coldest shoulder you know how to give?

there has to be another way, don't you think?

it can happen just once, late in the day, and still the whole thing's shot. suddenly nothing matters. smiles fade into frowns and unfamiliars. there's no middle ground between you two. and all of a sudden, you are not just both not seeing eye to eye, you are also temporary strangers.

how many minutes can this go on, you start to think to yourself. ten minutes. an hour. long enough for both of you to go home and not say a word to each other for the rest of the next day.

how long enough of a silence must there be between two people, before they can begin to communicate again? at the moment it seems suprising that i am even here, and i have to ask myself if this slight misunderstanding is worth all of useless negativity.

it then becomes not a test of your emotional endurance, but mutates into this dark disagreement in which both parties barely try to help each other understand.

is this what being an elevated form of life feels like these days?

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