Holding It All IN - 1

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HAPPY NEW YEAR dear readers! :D (it's still new because it's the first time I'm communicating with you).

Imagine if, for some reason, God decided to take away all our abilities to excrete.

Whether it be the release of feces, urine, sweat, gas, or whatever. Imagine if no matter how much we wanted to, we were forced to keep all the things we needed to get out of our systems to be able to function normally and be comfortable, within us. How do you think that would make you feel? Beyond that, what do you imagine would happen to us?

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Well, I have this averagely gruesome mental picture of all of us just – popping open I guess. Not like a nice Christmas cracker kind of pop but like a balloon filled with water from maybe a sewage tank and being pricked with a pin kind of pop. We could pop at anytime; could be on an ultra special date, while taking a gentle stroll, cruising down the quiet street of some housing estate, working frantically to meet a deadline at the office, or studying for a finals exam. We’d all have that foreboding in our subconscious that we could be popping at any given moment.

Not a very pretty picture is it? Especially since we’d have lots of junk spilling out from us – minus the usual blood and guts that is. Just imagining it was a bit torturous to me so it would be safe to assume that actually experiencing it – even in some fraction – would be unbearable. But then, what if I told you most of us stop ourselves from letting go of waste from our bodies all the time? I’m not talking about physiological waste now (I mean, if you gotta go, you gotta go right?) because the best we can do is delay or reduce how much we excrete (for instance, reduce sweating by sitting in an air conditioned room, waiting until you can turn away from someone’s face to belch, etc.). But the intangible waste products that we store, can cause even more harm to us than the physical ever could. They’re the ultimate agents of self-destruction really.

Don’t think too hard. I’ll give you some scenarios:

Scenario #1: Sarah and Gerald date all through college. They seem to be really serious about their relationship and where they want it to get to (uhh, yeah, marriage). Sarah’s parent’s are on the wealthy side, Gerald’s parents needed to sacrifice lots just so he could get an education (you get the picture). But then, Sarah wanted to do her masters degree program in California and Gerald was headed for South Africa. Ger convinces Sarah to join him instead and to even study at his school. When they’re about rounding up, Sarah keeps wondering when she’d be getting her marriage proposal. They’d been on this courting matter for three years and had dated casually for four. She was done waiting.
Then Gerald admits to her that he doesn’t think they can get married after all because it turns out that he’s AS and he’d known she was as well, right from their first year together. When she'd asked him, he'd avoided the question until she let it go or forgot, because he was almost certain that she’d have ended it before it went far (or their parents would have ended it for them). Plus, he claimed he had been hoping for a miracle but at the same time, loathing the thought of having to forego all the financial benefits of being her boyfriend (naturally).

So a heart-crushed Sarah graduates with an M.Sc but without any ring, and an apologetic Gerald graduates with his own degree and ties the knot with a pretty, pretty wealthy ‘AA’ about nine months later...

Scenario #2: Christopher had been working his neck and behind off for years at his organization for four years running. He had a wife and twin toddlers at home and a disabled mother who was going to need expensive consultation and therapy fees for the next six years (no thanks to the selfish creatures who texted while driving). He’d been passed up on raises and promotions twelve times in total since he’d been hired on the job (you bet he was keeping count). No one had dared to question his qualifications for the promos – he was over qualified, over deserving and had put in twenty-something too many overtimes. No one attempted the ‘they’ve been here longer’ excuse either; because although some fifteen year faithfuls had been rewarded for their loyalty, so had three month old rich brats who shared blood with the managing director, and young female interns with more exposed flesh than exposed reasoning. Finally, his big-break quacked him in the ribs and told him to deliver on a 3-month long project in two and a half weeks and a triple promotion would be his. Chris’s determination was the kind talked about only in motivational speeches and as a result, he was rounding up his report a day before two weeks had expired. Then there was a case of embezzlement in the organization, and it was one of the rich brats responsible, and he was standing the possibility of whining in a jail cell for a couple years. So M.D calls in a favor from Christopher (apparently, the long overdue and much over deserved promotion he’d worked for was a ‘favor’), asks him to lie and provide a false alibi in rich brat embezzler’s favor to help him skip jail term and get everything swept under. Chris does, rich brat is transferred somewhere far away and then the CEO asks Chris to turn in his resignation because he hears from the MD, that Chris hindered justice for his organization by lying to protect a criminal. All credit for Chris ‘promo’ project goes to MD and everyone continues with their lives…

How would you deal (react to this)? Please comment your likely (honest) reactions.

Check out Chris and Sarah three years along…in the next post. J

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Blessings to you.

xxx, Kwiksie.