Are you angry with me?
I realised in the past few days that, it is easiest to get angry with people you love the most. I have now started taking people's anger as a sign of endearment, rather than worry about it. Confused?
Scene- My brother and I fighting
My brother calls me, the worst sister in the world, when we fight. He says it is rather better to not have a sister, than have someone like me, while twisting my arm. I decide then and that minute, never to talk to him.
An hour later, when both of us are hungry and we don't like what Mom has prepared for dinner, we gang up against her, forgetting all about our fight and the nasty things we called each other. We become the best siblings in the world.
The fight could last for a few days sometimes, but the end is always the same. We forget and forgive, even the harshest and the meanest comments.
Scene- Mom and I fighting
When my brother and I gang up against what Mom has cooked, she has no escape. She starts grumbling under her breath about how she has to manage the whole house by herself and two idiotic kids, who never grow up and help her. I catch her grumbling and make a fuss about how I volunteered to help and she hadn't let me. The whole issue takes a new turn and the fight begins. She tells me, she will never, ever talk to me.
A few minutes later, I see her in the kitchen preparing what I like, with a grumpy face. She then forces me to eat and everything is back to normal. We forgive and forget.
Sometimes, the fights could be for much more important decisions or mistakes in life and still, we always forget and forgive.
I understand now, that the most honest way of showing how much someone means to you, is to be able to fight, call names, say nasty things and know that none of this has any meaning once you calm down. The fact that you can go back to the other person and apologize, knowing they will forgive you, is a true from of love.
Try fighting with a stranger; you would end up hurting someone or hurting yourself, for sure. While, the fights with your loved ones only add to memories, you laugh at or talk sarcastically about, at a later point in life.
If you can get angry with me and forgive me, I know, you love me.
P.S- I couldn't blog for a few days, now I am back. :)