Discovered on Sunday morning during the much anticipated fellowship with fellow friends I thought I missed, which I had planned days ahead to meet at The Encounter Lounge, that one can no longer hold a decent conversation as a result of "the episode" to one of my family members not too long ago.

Unwelcome advice was given. I did not ask for one. I was put off. Disgusted. As if they are
so sinless, so clean, so blameless, so saint. They meant well? Oh shut up!
It is as if to tell you you didn' t" teach" "being" properly that's why!

I was not even talking about it. Was avoiding it. Was trying so hard to wipe out the memory of it. Was trying to move on. We were trying to move on.
Don't they know how to be kind and gracious and avoid talking about it?
But futile effort was constantly reminded by "kind" friends and relatives asking how is "being"
and giving uncalled for advice. And some even made ungracious remarks, making fun of the
"being". Even(worst) own relatives are such a disappointment.

The episode after....
Some friends were too eager to help...for some personal reasons?
That they feel good they are part of this "helping"?..that they have done a good deed helping?
Some genuinely wants to help.
Some gave you a look that seemed to say it's your bad parenting that caused this
to happen and served you right!
Some are so inquisitive they wanted to know what had happened so that they

could tell it to their children not to follow suit. To take that as an example.

Yes, we have become a "lab species" for all to learn.
One cannot shut one's mouth, can one?
Why am I bitter? Pray let it happen to you then you would understand.

But I am truly grateful and indebted to those who genuinely helped by having kind
thoughts, by giving a listening ear,
by being there for us, by praying for us, by leaving us alone when we need to.....
Some of them understood you and felt for you because they had gone through some sort of "misfortune".
Some are really God sent kind souls.
Some are so "clean" they gave you scornful looks and avoided you thereafter.(I don't give
a damn! Just hope I didn't give them the wrong conclusion as a result of their stern look.
Maybe they happened to have had their own worries.)

Sometimes I wonder if it is necessary for one to go through certain degree of pain
and sufferings in order for one to understand others' calamities better.