Sunday Afternoon Goodbyes.

From a distance i can hear the silent wails of my soul slowly shrinking to the horror of Sunday goodbyes... its not so bad form me, i can manage, for sure i can with the strength of God. The person am really worried (OK kinda) about is my neighbour. See illustration below...

this guy below,

was singing to-------------------------> this chick

this particular Sunday afternoon, it was a normal Sunday PM, save from some extra weird noises coming from next door. 

Now, the hood i live in is pretty descent. The humans have smiley faces and  most of them pretend to like each other they also have this peculiar habit of ensuring their handshakes extend past your elbow; #too vigorous . Back to my noisy neighbor  i had just put on my second favorite show (Psych) when i heard a shriek, this one at least i knew was not weird rather it was fear that struck my ears upon sinking of the noise. Being one not to peep into other peoples affairs, i decided to weigh off and concentrate on SEAN....men that guys is hot.    ( main man in Psych) i was just about to get my usual epiphany from the show, when i heard an even louder scream. Same Location. This time r i did not ignore, i hurriedly opened my door and quietly, actually with a fearful and shaky hand i shakily knocked on the door and shankingly prayed no flying thing would be thrown my direction.(please note that this was the first time i was knocking on the door in like 12 months) just as i was walking away, the door went ajar and there stood a sweaty middle aged guy i could have easily mistaken with the guy who stole my heart sorry hat save that he was wearing a vest and he was not holding a mic and was not singing any harmonies. He looked at me with expectation not the good kind of expectation; rather the very very bad expectation, in fact he looked at me with the "Hitler" expectation. All i managed was to blubber out gibberish about weird noises coming from this house as i was watching Psych.

When God said to love your neighbor more than self, i cannot ascertain that this guy had ever heard of this important rule especially as he was looking at me then. I apologized for disturbing his peace and asked him if i could go back to my house (do not under estimate how fear can bring out words wished never to be said) he blatantly said no, he actually told me " Since you knocked on the door to ask what those noises are about, why don't you come in and find out." i politely said no and flashed my smile (it has some magic power; the smile not the words.)  "Oh its not a request" is what i heard last as i was quickly frisked into the house. I found the shrieking neighbor curled up in a corner.

Lost for words, i decided to not utter a single word from here hence. The guy closed his door proceeded to the bedroom, wore on some decent clothing, put on a decent cologne and was about to leave when the girl sprung up and held him by his leg, the way a little girl holds her papa just as he is about to leave. While all this was going on, i heard the scream re-emerge and that's how i knew that the noise was a "love clinging" noise and not a "hurting" noise. ! felt so stew-pid  i cannot write the name correctly. 

This scene actually reminds me of Arsenal..(huge fan btw) how they are clinging on to poorly played games leaving us "mashabiki" with holes in our hearts, as such this chick seemed to be developing a hole in her heart, she was literally clutching at a straw, the dude was nonchalant, you should have seen how he dragged her, easily shook her off his leg and off he was. If there was a day i doubted that tears would drown me it sure wasn't this day. oh how so did the lady cry. After what seemed like a loooooooong hour, she calmed down and started talking. "He always says goodbye every Sunday afternoon, then we call and talk then we meet again on Friday then he says goodbye again like this." my eyebrows betrayed me as i asked her in a dramatic utter surprise "this goes down every Sunday? " my reaction to the response as below:

Anyway that's how i knew Sunday afternoon goodbyes are heavy for loads of us. Maybe its the reminder that Monday's diabolic laugh is so near, or perhaps that you need to hang that damn loosing jersey for that damn loosing arsenal team, back to your childhood closet. Sunday afternoons are generally filled with goodbyes. My question how ever is why do we feel like this is the hardest time of the week? i think most of us are so stuck on this pattern we actually do not realise its a cycle.  

For a while now i have closely been reading on books sharing brain patterns, this one particular one stated that: "the mind of a human is so afraid of change it actually adapts itself to rid off any type of threat on change"  I cannot poignantly say that i have crossed out Sunday goodbyes as one threat to the brain, all i can say is that: change is actually good. Change enables us to see the God in others and thus help us realise his love 

abundantly through each other. The secret is to avoid carrying one experience to the next day, easy right? WRONG. We reference now via yesterday and make up decisions based on yesterdays experience for  today's lessons. Break that pattern and renew your mind. ( Romans 12-2) 

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