Kindergarden

Politics is like kindergarden.

We never grow up, its just the environment changes. Instead of friends we have ally countries, instead of fighting over sweets we fight over trade rights, instead of seeing who can run the fastest we have the nuclear arms race.

I hate it when people refuse to compromise about little things. When they cannot put petty things behind and look at the collective good. To put personal feelings aside for a moment and be logical and objective.

To consider that perhap that there was malice from both sides. One side expecting too much, the other a bit to self absorbed to care. They were close. He would confide in her, tell her his thoughts. She enjoyed his company, entertain him with her witticisms. He would wander to her side, to talk. She would make him laugh and they would make fun of each other.

One day it got too far. She cut too deep. He refused to let her in. She was livid. Cutting off the friendship, which was already strained by the distance seperating them. They continued living their separate lives. Him, absorbed in work, forget that he had barred her from a part of his life. She let her anger simmer quietly.

There is no acceptance, no forgiveness from her side. He had spurned her.

He was busy and forgot. He only came back because there was something he desired.

She refused to give in. He was close to begging, but never quite hitting a cord. And so, all around them, people were affected. She has her beloved, could she not ignore his presence? Why does it have to be difficult for everyone else? Everyone puts on a farce for the sake of making peace in the world, why cant she?