Gravity Sucks

Okay, here's the first of my 'on request' posts. This one's for Smruthi and it's about Wednesday's high-low.

The thing with falling down too often is that people around you, heck, even you, get used to thinking you'll pick yourself up. That's all very good for minor skip-trips, but there comes a time when you fall down hard and you look up to realize noone even noticed you fell any differently than usual. Unfortunately, when the people you need don't know you need them, it becomes harder still to admit you do.

Ego's often spelled i-n-s-e-c-u-r-i-t-y, and one of the quickest ways for trust to go down the drain is when you realize you can't need someone who wasn't there for you the first time round. Much as they wanted to be there. If they weren't there, it isn't ever going to be.

That's a thought process so depressing it can't even be converted into constructive anger. And then there's the troubling thought - why pick me up or neglect to when you can stop me from falling at all if you were only paying attention? Do we always have to ask if we want to get? Is unconditionality only as real as Kannagi - a legend everyone knows of but noone actually thinks of emulating?

Finally, most important - is asking all these questions or rationalizing it ever going to change the fact that you weren't there? I think I know the answer to that question. And it's a lonely one.