the dominoe theory
I've never been a player of dominoes. I believe I have watched them being played once or twice or possibly more and maybe someone along the way tried to teach me to play but my interest was not there.
I was more excited to set them up in all sorts of funky looking patterns and tipping the first so that the entire design would tumble, or so it was supposed to, only to set them up and do it again...
My like is based on the dominoes. You fall down, out of grace, be it your own or another's, dust yourself off and start over again, the domino theory.
I live in a household that works on the domino theory One says something, another does not like it, falls from grace and takes that which they were called out for and to avoid confrontation as there is too much, add accusation and silence, and they repeat the behavior to another so that they no longer have fallen, another has, whether the accusation, the conversing is based upon fact or to vent that which they were exposed to earlier. Better the next than the self and although it's wrong, it's puzzling as you would think children abound.
Instead it's the behavior of adults that abounds and the game of dominoes continues to be played whether one knows how and chooses to play or is just there at the wrong time for the inappropriate comment to be said, the gesture seen or the motion granted, not by choice but to be put back in line, much like the dominoes until it's your turn to once again take that fall from grace, be it right, be it wrong or just because it can be.
So like the dominoes, I too continue to fall, pick myself back up awaiting to fall again and the routine it has become is nothing less than disturbing and, well, childish in every aspect of a game being played by adults with an agenda that is hidden but enforced for selfish reasons and no other.
What's really in it for me,
the reality of living here.
A reality that can be debated as something else, but something that truly is and always has been since childhood and many days, that childhood I so avoided, rears its ugly head and smiles at me from a distance or closer.
It remains in the forefront of my thought, my action, what I can and cannot do and what is and isn't tolerated under a house full of rules as the dominoes continue to fall...
I was more excited to set them up in all sorts of funky looking patterns and tipping the first so that the entire design would tumble, or so it was supposed to, only to set them up and do it again...
My like is based on the dominoes. You fall down, out of grace, be it your own or another's, dust yourself off and start over again, the domino theory.
I live in a household that works on the domino theory One says something, another does not like it, falls from grace and takes that which they were called out for and to avoid confrontation as there is too much, add accusation and silence, and they repeat the behavior to another so that they no longer have fallen, another has, whether the accusation, the conversing is based upon fact or to vent that which they were exposed to earlier. Better the next than the self and although it's wrong, it's puzzling as you would think children abound.
Instead it's the behavior of adults that abounds and the game of dominoes continues to be played whether one knows how and chooses to play or is just there at the wrong time for the inappropriate comment to be said, the gesture seen or the motion granted, not by choice but to be put back in line, much like the dominoes until it's your turn to once again take that fall from grace, be it right, be it wrong or just because it can be.
So like the dominoes, I too continue to fall, pick myself back up awaiting to fall again and the routine it has become is nothing less than disturbing and, well, childish in every aspect of a game being played by adults with an agenda that is hidden but enforced for selfish reasons and no other.
What's really in it for me,
the reality of living here.
A reality that can be debated as something else, but something that truly is and always has been since childhood and many days, that childhood I so avoided, rears its ugly head and smiles at me from a distance or closer.
It remains in the forefront of my thought, my action, what I can and cannot do and what is and isn't tolerated under a house full of rules as the dominoes continue to fall...
posted by the warrior at 2:14 AM
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