When The Bed Got Smaller


When The Bed Got Smaller

A long conversation amongst friends who hardly saw one another, a journey down memory lane; a time before beards or lots of height difference. Talks about how far they have come as individuals and how far apart they have grown as people.

I guess I have given away their sex, it was a conversation amongst young men.

They spoke about everything, the careless moments, the time life started taking a different meaning, a meaning that signified that life is more than having fun, that advice given and advise taken are two different things, that the mind has a mind of its own and that it chooses what is relevant and what’s not, subjectively.

They spoke about the time that depending on a group was support when pride meant accomplishing bragging rights together, they spoke about periods when the bed was large and convenient for all to sleep.

Life has made their beds smaller, now they have learnt that the way we did is different from how I now do it, in some cases, very different from how it’s done.

They now understand that those that love you and those you love deserve respect and that respect is not polite approach only but considerations that would allow for a continuous polite approach, that behind is actually in-front, things just have a way of coming back around.

Life has thought them that simple things are the things that matter and that time heal wounds but never erase scars, only the mind has the remedy for that.

The mind however, has so many compartments, all unlabelled, what it opens sometimes is beyond its control, it goes to places you wished it forgot the directions.

They have learnt that less is more, less is strong, the tighter the stronger.

The stories they all told had a pattern, the cast in those from way back were more than those from recently, the group now had sets and subsets, they (have) discovered that intimacy is not a one for all and all for one ‘situation’.

The young men argued at some point, then the awkward silence, I guess they realised that they have all become persons and people has been relegated, they looked at themselves and smiled, clearly they have been in this situation a lot; argue and move on.

The friends laughed, emptied their cups (fluid differed) and shook hands, the new sets were easy to identify, they stood in smaller units at the parking to talk, some drove as a convoy.
They indeed moved on, but the pattern had a different stroke.

I however noticed that just two people, one set, said let’s go home. They went to the parking and I heard them argue about who would drive back.

I smiled and I thought, from the young group of 8, emerged a unit of 2 strong ties. They went on to recite who drove where at what time, apparently both had their cars but decided to ride together.

All others drove in different cars.

In my mind, the extraction was, no matter the number of persons, only one person can hurt you bad enough, Hitler got the blame for the war but I bet he had wicked army chiefs probably more heartless than he was.

I was surprised that the only link to what I witnessed was a situation of hurt, but trust me when I say that WHEN YOUR BED GETS SMALLER, your priority becomes not falling off.

As the friends drove off, I hope that one doesn’t push the other off the small bed, it would hurt badly, unlike the handshake after the awkward conversation amongst the 8, a stretched awkward moment would be followed with stomp offs.

Intimacy means exposure, respect it!

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