If I was having coffee with you I’d tell you that I love to read, and you’d say that that’s not exactly a secret.
I would tell you that I actually love a good fairytale, whether the ending is happy or warped I like the journey the story takes me on. So today, lets follow the rabbit down the hole. You can be my Alice and I’ll be the hatter.
If I was having coffee with you we would set our friendship on fire by discussing the age old phenomena of “Head VS Heart.”
In the case of Head VS Heart, some hearts may say that love means falling and we’re afraid of heights.
To refute this the Head may counter by quoting Zelda Fitzgerald, “no one, not even poets has ever successfully measured how much the heart can hold.”
If I was having coffee with you, you would agree, however, that when you feel strongly for people, being around them will lead to you transitioning from one version of yourself to another.
People wonder why anyone would stay in in a toxic relationship be it platonic or otherwise. They wonder why people full of heartache and poetry, go around saving wolves instead of running from them.
I would tell you that we do that because we always want to believe that they are just sheep in wolves clothing. That we believe they are trying to hide so they can survive. Sometimes this is true and other times, well, wolves are just that; wolves.
When we skip through life’s forest we oft find ourselves coming across wolves. The general misconception is that they are all Big Bad Wolves (BBW).
If I was having coffee with you we would recount to each other the fairy stories that had BBWs like Little Red who rode through the hood to get to her grannie’s house. Instead of finding her gran in bed she found a hungry wolf.
To be honest if I was Little Red, I probably wouldn’t wear red. I’d wear Black because well, its way better than red and more practical if I’m going to walk into a dark forest at dusk. I would listen to my heartbeat music thundering as I made my way deeper into the thicket on a winding path.
At the sight of the BBW I might quiver in my canvas at first. Though I feel I would go on to ask him a thousand questions, I mean if you’re going to eat me at least grant my dying wish no? One last interview.
I’d try find out why people vilify him so. I would characterize him as a wall flower, the casual observer.
He’d probably tell me that he and the three little pigs used to be thick as thieves before they received their inheritance and built their houses. He’d say that Piggy 1 and Piggy 2 were cunning, but lazy. Seeing that Piggy 3 had a bigger and ever so posh house they hatched a plan to oust Piggy 3 out of his house by blaming the wolf for their failures.
The wolf, known to have a temper and obviously related to his Big Bad Wolf cousins who have Dexter or Hannibal-esque tendencies, would be the perfect victim. The Piggywigs knew they could claim that Wolfy has a Dr Jekyll/Mr Hyde syndrome, ready to snap at anytime. After all, Wolves in the past had shown their volatility in the most gruesome of ways.
The Piggies have never quite learnt how to take responsibility for their actions and run to the one sensible person they know that hasn’t the nerve to chuck them out; Piggy 3. The BBW would go ahead to say that it’s sad that no one has ever asked what his side of the story is.
In reality, as you sip your coffee I would explain that its a lot like that. We base our opinions on heresy and don’t go find out from the source ourselves. When we hear of a BBW we stay clear and don’t take the time to find out the real story. Which is both a good a bad thing.
As an empath, believing that BBWs are really just sheep that need a listening ear can blind us to the reality that they are cunning villains who don’t deserve the time of day. Getting your head around that and getting to accept that your BBW is just a ghost that wants to be left alone will save you from the nightly terrors of his booing, never ending draft though the windows be closed and the creaking floor boards.
If I was having coffee with you, I would say that it’s ok to always look out for people, to seek the good, to be the GOOD. Just take care. Beware that when you’re playing with wolves it is NEVER a fairytale. There will be no woodcutters to rescue you on the daily, no singing tea sets to encourage you to tame the beast, just lots of huffing and puffing and blowing your top, because at the end of the day you can’t bank on the sheep to take off the wolf’s clothing nor force him either.
I would remind you that you won’t come out unscathed if you choose to save a wolf. You WILL be bruised, you’ll bleed. You might even shed all your skin down to the bone to draw them out and show that beauty is more than the outward appearance.
They might leave your heart broken in a crumpled heap stained with your dignity on the floor, and if you’re ready to take that risk, you’ll probably always ask for more.
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