I’ve always been that person who is very less interested in anything that has nothing to do with me or my loved ones. And it all started somewhere.
When I was a kid, we knew this woman who was blind. I think one of the confusing things I experienced was that woman’s case. I remember seeing everyone with eyes and always wondering who she gave her eyes to or who came to steal her eyes.
I used to ask my mom several ridiculous questions about that particular woman, but she always shut me up. One particular night, we asked her to tell us anything scary that she saw when she was a child and then we heard one of the scariest and saddest stories ever. My mom had a friend or let’s just say a neighbor. They were both the same age and were in the same class.
According to my mom, when she was a kid, she liked food so the moment they closed from school, she was always in a hurry to go home and eat. But her neighbor always wanted to play so they never really became friends since they barely spent time together after school.
One day after school, my mom got home early as usual and while she was eating her neighbor’s mom came over after to ask what exactly the girl does after school. My mom lied that she didn’t know since she didn’t want to put the girl in trouble and then later offered to go and call her from school.
Right at the school entrance, she found out that there had been an accident and the driver was badly injured. As a matter of fact, he was dying and he had this terminal agitation going on so almost everyone stood far away while waiting for the ambulance. At a point, he became still and then this girl courageously walked to him while everyone including old people were standing far away.
She then knelt close to the man and tried waking him up. I don’t know if the man got scared or what but according to my mom, the man woke up suddenly and used his last strength to scratch the girl’s face and then died right after that.
The scratch affected the girls eyes so bad that not even surgery could save them and that’s the story of the blind woman. Ever since I heard that story, I’ve had only one question: what if she minded her business?
So setting boundaries, both physical and emotional, is something I strongly believe in. No matter what is going around me, especially with people rushing over to a scene, I always mind my business after accessing the environment to know that I’m safe. Most times I even leave that environment. I do the same in relationships too, and sometimes I get the “you’re so weird, nonchalant" and all that but it’s fine because this “weird” part of me has served me for years and I’m not stopping anytime soon.
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