Cinnamon Zone

Today something happened that made me kind of furious, and I thought when something arouses your anger, there's no use denying it, complaining about it or cussing out whoever started it. What the heck! Don't let your fury go to waste, just seize the moment and write about it, maybe it would ring a bell somewhere.

The emotional abuse I'm talking about is that we, adults, exercise on daily basis against children. I'm not saying it's more dangerous that the former kind, but what might make its consequences graver, is that it might go unnoticed, and it can build up silently, and before you know it, it turns to something really ugly.

Please, those who have kids, the next time you have a fight with your neighbor, you don't have to prevent your son to talk to their children. And when you fight with your spouse, you don't have to ask your child to take sides! If you are a teacher and have woken up on the wrong side of the bed one morning, try to leave your screwed up mood at home, and if you couldn't, just skip school that day. Newsflash: Those creatures you see as helpless brats good for nothing but playing and bugging the crap out of you are real people, and one day they will be full grown ups, even better than you and me. You don't wanna be responsible for destroying that, you just don't…

Leave children out of it, just leave them alone!

Is not what you might think of him. He tries to sound crude, tries to make you think he wouldn't care less, but under that careless, callous and somehow shrewd look, he possesses a certain sweetness of heart. You don't have to look deep to know it, it just shows: he's lousy at pretending.

At times you think he's so special, and at times you think that he's just like others, just another person, but there's always that thing, something that makes him different. Either way, he's unpredictable; it's very hard to tell what's going on in his mind. He can leave you puzzled for months by a strange look, though you know it might have been nothing, he was just drifted into his own thoughts, staring at nothing…

He'd like to be your friend, he just doesn't know how. He's either too shy or too proud. He can't be formal or artificial, so don't expect many compliments. He's just too simple and spontaneous for that. Yet, he manages to conceal it behind his cunning look that would intimidate you, even though you know very well he's the exact opposite.

He's the kind of person you want around. The kind of person you want in your life. You know you can live without him, yet you can't imagine life without him, but you know you have to. He makes you wonder about him, you, life and everything. He makes you dig deep to undiscovered depths inside yourself. Makes you wonder why you think too high of him, why you trust him blindly for no good reason, and whether he really deserves it or maybe you have to shift your angle…

You feel that everyone around him is lucky to know him. His parents are proud of him, his sister thinks he's her favorite brother, his brother considers him his best friend, his friends like hanging out with him, his cousins love him because he's fun, kind and down-to-earth.

He laughs even when he's hurt. Never shows his real emotions unless they are that of fury. He might hurt you, frustrate you, disappoint you and even make you want to cry, but you know it's not his fault; it doesn't change anything; because he's good, and he knows it.