Antibiotics

Take 2 capsules 4 times a day until finished.

Yeah we are not going to delve deep into how antibiotics ensure that bacteria cell walls do not develop properly, water diffuses into their cells by osmosis and the cells burst because they have no supporting cell wall and basically bye-bye bacteria. No.

If you happen to contract a bacterial infection you may be handed antibiotics to annihilate the pesky bacteria (I described this above) and you have to finish that course of antibiotics even after you get better because the bacteria may gain resistance to the antibiotic if you don’t!

(Oh yeah and don’t take any antibiotics when it isn’t necessary, you’ll breed mutants.)

The plot thickens…

There is a special group of people I’ve classified as antibiotics and I hope you can see where this is going.

There was a time in my very short life of 15 years when it was not easy-peasy-lemon-squeasy, rather, it was difficult-difficult-lemon-difficult. I was plagued by the bacterium oh maybe something’s wrong with me and the fight of the century that occurred between me and my not-so-friends did everything but make it better. Then, there they were, in the distance, the lights at the end of the tunnel, the iridescence after the storm, the people who made my situation bearable.

We became friends and I was overjoyed; my third greatest support system (God first, family second) I had finally found a place to belong and I thought about Joan Armatrading’s words “Good friendships seldom die” so the chances of this alliance falling apart were slim. They were perfect.

As I was getting back on my feet again I realized that they were slowly drifting away from me until eventually they were out of my reach. I was beyond puzzled and I found myself clutching at straws, there was barely any trace of friendship left but I tugged and tugged – obviously hurting myself in the process.

Then it hit me. People are placed in your life for a reason and a season. Sometimes, like an antibiotic they are very useful, they are recruited as soldiers to ward off the terrible and then when the war’s been won they stick around for a short time before leaving and we have to let them go because we could get gravely ill and hurt if we don’t (remember those mutants I spoke of earlier)

So there you have it, tell your Pharmacist I said Hey.

Nobody’s Home

home.jpgEmily Thorne — ‘Over time, we commit acts with intentions, either good or bad, that require forgiveness.’

I’ve gone astray before, I’ve set fires all over the place before and I’ve said and done things that I look back on today and still, they have me burying my face in my hands, well who hasn’t?

I mean who? Who? Who?
I may sound like an owl now, but, WHO?

Yeah and there will be the enemies of progress who don’t quite remember the quadratic formula, what a ribosome is and the preparation of insoluble salts but the shortcomings of other people? The memory of an elephant.

This is what gets under my skin: when you try redeem yourself all you hear is “A leopard never changes it’s spots” and the chapter of your life you’d rather not have read aloud is constantly being broadcasted.

When you’re trying to take a step in the right direction,
trying to extinguish the fires
trying to bury hatchets
trying to rebuild the bridges you burnt
trying to get back on track
Ultimately trying to get back home

There’s nobody to cheer you on, noone to lean on, everyone is just fixed on the possibility of you making a U-turn and others are fanning the glowing embers of your past. You’re knocking on the door so you can re-enter society and the hearts and minds of others but there’s nobody home because they are all going to town about your previous actions.

Pun intended

That’s just how people are, that’s just the way it is. Then why is it as clear as mud to us why people fail to convert themselves into better people? I mean come on people, sense was knocked into them, they mended all that they could, then they finally went to add the finishing touch, they went home; the people, the good way of life they once knew, the positivity that they lacked when they were away and there was nobody home to open the door for them with arms spread wide.

Nobody had enough faith in them coming back. Everybody wanted a scapegoat, “You think I’m awful, but at least I’m not as bad as so-and-so.” Everybody wants to be consoled as far as their sins are concerned so someone has to suffer and become the outsider.

“She can’t find her place
She’s losing her faith
She’s falling from grace
She’s all over the place, yeah
She wants to go home
But nobody’s home
That’s where she lies
Broken inside
With no place to go
No place to go to
To dry her eyes
Broken inside” – Avril Lavigne, Nobody’s Home

Nobody was home so why are you surprised that they are all over the place now?