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Several days ago a friend of mine complained about having trouble working together with someone we both know. That very person complained the very same thing about him to me some days earlier (neither knew about my knowing both complaints). For either party, the complaints contain both offenses and defenses. Simply put, I had myself two completely different stories same conclusion: I’m right-he’s wrong. Though both are still working together, what is left is an absence of spirits and miles and distance. There are fewer fights of course—none, even, but it isn’t the way neither has in mind.
It was a pity their working relationship lasts shortly. I wish neither one gave up the fight that was only halfway. I wish they stop trying to be ‘friends’ and start finish the dream they started (the dream they shared me with piles of enthusiasm), even if it means two, three, four fights a day. I wish they both accept that they are nowhere ready to having a wise-fight; that they don’t listen to each other when they were head-to-head; and that they always need some time cooling themselves down to see that the other has a good point.
I wish they start to see that the fights are necessary. Not all fights are a matter of principal differences. Sometimes they were just about our stupid pride; about them not being able to handle the words ‘you’re wrong!’ when in fact they were! Most of the times those fights were only about them having different approaches and —as an added bonus— them not being able to comprehend why they came up with those approaches in the first place. That means they were saying, “I’m always right, you idiot.” And they said it all the time.
I looked back and found out that that was my big mouth talking. I was no different than my two friends. That was me I was talking about up there. I was just as stubborn, probably the most. I remembered the number of times I gave up working just because my partners couldn’t do his part well; at least that’s what I thought. At those times, I stopped talking, continued working and wishing that each day was the last of our partnerships. When they ended, I found no relief either. It always ended with us being not close anymore.
I wish there was someone wiser to slap our faces and open our ears.
I wish there will be anyone the next time.
It was a pity their working relationship lasts shortly. I wish neither one gave up the fight that was only halfway. I wish they stop trying to be ‘friends’ and start finish the dream they started (the dream they shared me with piles of enthusiasm), even if it means two, three, four fights a day. I wish they both accept that they are nowhere ready to having a wise-fight; that they don’t listen to each other when they were head-to-head; and that they always need some time cooling themselves down to see that the other has a good point.
I wish they start to see that the fights are necessary. Not all fights are a matter of principal differences. Sometimes they were just about our stupid pride; about them not being able to handle the words ‘you’re wrong!’ when in fact they were! Most of the times those fights were only about them having different approaches and —as an added bonus— them not being able to comprehend why they came up with those approaches in the first place. That means they were saying, “I’m always right, you idiot.” And they said it all the time.
I looked back and found out that that was my big mouth talking. I was no different than my two friends. That was me I was talking about up there. I was just as stubborn, probably the most. I remembered the number of times I gave up working just because my partners couldn’t do his part well; at least that’s what I thought. At those times, I stopped talking, continued working and wishing that each day was the last of our partnerships. When they ended, I found no relief either. It always ended with us being not close anymore.
I wish there was someone wiser to slap our faces and open our ears.
I wish there will be anyone the next time.
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