Why is it I wonder that we toss off opinions on things that don’t concern us, so freely. Is it just a matter of controlling our environments? Is it making a case to ourselves so that we have a marker on the trail should another fact relating to the topic appear, that we at least have a starting point in knowing which way our winds blow?
certain that my little unnecessary jibe had no real impact, I am not a
believer in superstition at my core though I may joke about it now and
then. I am not to blame for any outcome, my speaking out set no wheels
into motion. Yet here I sit pondering whether I should or should not
have cracked wise ten years ago when the proper thing to do would have
been keep my musing to myself.
No one had asked me. Much like a
hundred other spews I’ve delivered over the course of my time that
seemingly leapt from my always open mouth and into the sky like a peck
of ravens on the hunt for tasty road kill, the words found no obstacle
on their journey; not for a moment did I stop and think to try something
so radical as stopping and thinking before letting loose mindless
trivia on my personal masses.
I’d bet dollars to donuts he’d be
dead before he was sixteen, this extraordinarily loutish boy who did everything he could to see that his family lived each day in terror. He died at fifteen actually, though the four
years I’d given him were probably chewed up in the three he lived.
did I know something, or was it just a vapid entertainment that pushed
me to name his schedule. Might I have acted in his defense, or did I
truly not believe what I was saying but only offered it as a child might
tell a wry joke, in bad taste perhaps but something that would surely
set heads to wagging and therefore solidify his position as the resident
It’s just human, I tell myself; we all do it, we
all say unkind things without reason. Then I wonder why they call
compassion a person’s "humanity". I should be happy I won the bet I
suppose. Isn’t life all about winning?