I am participating in the 30 Days Letter Challenge where you write one letter each day. The 19th in the list is a letter to ‘Someone that pesters your mind-good or bad’
Dear Someone That Pesters My Mind,
You got it all wrong about me, dude. Being a good friend does not mean eating my head and that too over something ‘YOU’ feel ‘I’ am capable of doing. Wow. How about letting me be the judge of what I am capable of, or even what I want to do, whether capable or not?! I mean it is not necessary that all capable people go around doing stuff they are capable of doing. Right? What if they simply didn’t want to?
Trying to motivate someone is all right if and ONLY IF they are the sorts who need to be motivated or have asked you to keep them motivated. Sorry, but I am not made of that mitti, if I may say so. No one pays heed to my plaintive cry, ‘Please. Let. Me. Be!’ Sigh. And why would they? They are so much in love with their own voice and its supposed magical effect to charm others into complying. That the charm exists entirely inside their heads is another of those little things blissfully overlooked. The number of times I have had to listen to your ilk telling me what I should do, how much I should eat, when I should get my sons married, why I feel nauseous on bus journeys (it is all in your head!), when I should sleep, sit , stand, and even WHO I AM! Yeah, like I didn’t know the answer to that last one. Gawd!
It’s the face, dude. It can’t be anything else, I have ruefully concluded. I have duffer written all over it. Or something in invisible ink most definitely, that screams, “Yo! I am in sore need of help. Give it to me buddy, the advice, dammit. I can hardly breathe without it!’ Why else would they (and you) do it? I kid you not when I say there was this person who used to pop up daily and ask me, ‘Did you write today? How much did you write?’ You won’t believe how my blood pressure shot up each day hearing that, more so on days that I had not written anything but spent time listening to music. Not that it is anybody else’s business. My time is mine to waste as I wish. Ha.
Anyway, I put an end to all that nonsense and lost a
pest ‘friend’ in the process. Yes, I know what the problem is. The world is full of the other kind of people: The remind me please, let’s do it together then I will remain motivated, give that push that will get me started types. Unfortunately I am also assumed to be one of them. Well I do NOT belong among them. I do NOT need anyone to tell me what to do. I will do it when I am good and ready. I simply don’t subscribe to the infantile notion of friendship that most people around me seem to have. So do me a favor, Keep Off, that is, if you don’t want to be demoted to pest from friend, and unceremoniously shown the door.
Here’s wishing you lots of good luck to retain status. Of course, you can always put in your resignation before that if you so wish.
Your pestered friend who may soon become your pestered ex-friend.
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©Shail Mohan 2014