A Pair of Slippers that Got Slipped Away

Once upon a September, I totally can not relate to that song from 80's --the one that my mum sang a lot in a pitchy voice. A far as I can recall, most of the times it was easier to call it "Gloomy September" instead of using that song's jargon, September Ceria. And the good news is, this all-mental breakdance experiences could last for a hell whole month, or even more, up till October and so forth. As if these last months of the year won't give me much choice except with suffocating me with all these crazy stuffs. Yep, enough with the ranting. It'll pass eventually in a blink of an eye, I won't even realize it. Better doing my best than regretting what I actually could've done (but I didn't do it, for heaven's sake) for the rest of my life.

Anyway, this September -- a whole new experience, special with COVID-19 edition, had brought up a series of unfortunate --no, no, this is not Lemony Snickets and those wholatta Unfortunate Events, mind you-- wait, unfortunate what? What was I'm gonna say before? Never mind. I came up to the point where I could no longer bear the pain of being an online event organizer, 24/7 customer service, replying to annoying, cantankerous customers --yes, that's YOU, DEAREST FRESHMEN. I hate the fact that you guys are NEVER WILLINGLY TAKE YOUR TIME TO READ THE INSTRUCTIONS, but the uttermost hatred had surfaced to me, myself, and I, the one and only. Oh, dear life, when will you stop making me hating myself? I hate to hate myself so much that I try my best to hate those hatred feelings to stop spread the hatred within me and beyond (???).

Long story short, I forgot the fact that a cerebrum is supposed to be a part of cephal. Mine is different. It had moved to my patella.

Now tell me what you think of it. You have a certain belief which guides your senses to do what is allowed, and to stay away from what is prohibited. That belief is instilled inside of you, even though it's a part of human nature to sometimes rebels from what we have believed in. It can be counted as something accidental, which you'll promise on the coming days, you won't condemn yourself into doing another series of mistakes ever again. Well, exception if the repetition of the sins is also something accidental, then the cycle won't ever end. Duh.

Here I'm asking you again about this situation: if you like meat products so much that you'll end up ordering Meat Lovers pizza each and every time, but then you come up with one of your friends who's a vegan. You insist them that meat is good for health, it is full of proteins, and very tasty according to you. But please take a note that it's good for YOU, not THEM. Even if it's scientifically proven that meat products are indeed beneficial for health, we just have NO RIGHTS whatsoever to force our vegan friends to think like the way we do, am I right? For these gray parts that several people still debates on it over and over again, all we have to do is respect each other's opinion as long as it doesn't violate the core value of the belief itself.

(Cringe internally. What a lame metaphor, dear me.)

Here's the thing: I do have belief, something that I'm holding on, and will always hold on to dearly, for the rest of my life (inshaa Allah). On the other hand, curse the democracy, there are other perspectives that I also need to accommodate, therefore I'm trying my best not to make it looks like a big deal (I'm talking about the "gray parts" here, not the white-or black situation). But when it comes about defending my friends who stand up for something I believe in too, my dear, I won't falter. Uhm, no, I'm actually a bit faltered, but you know, I'm trying my best to resolve the situation for the sake of our well beings -- us, brothers and sisters in belief. You may say that I look like a selfish brat who only thinks of my own group's sake --well, I can tell you're thinking the wrong way. I won't ask you to believe me, either, but I would also occupy other's need as well, as long as it DOES NOT VIOLATE the core beliefs like I said prior to this. End of debate (what is it that we're debating, anyway?)

I have my own thoughts to resolve things. Even though some of the times I need second opinion as well, but my apologies, I just can't help but moving on with my very own decision. I'm very well aware, though, that's not a good thing in teamwork.

In the times like this, I can not help but thinking of what one of my friends had said to me (to make me feel less guilty, apparently?) It is said that, let today be the mistake that we'll take our lessons from it, whenever we encounter a similar situation later on. Do our best, even though the paths we thread are the ones full of holes and slopes. And whatever paths we take later, the slippers we wear on have already known what they'll face next.

So... time to let the slippers get slipped more often, eh?