This is Gonna Hurt Just a Lil Bit...

Yesterday, a little Stellaluna look-alike (a bat, to the ignorant) got wild, got disoriented and (rather unfortunately) got into a class of crazy kids. I was in that class too, Mr.Raavi's, but I did refuse to go ballistic and duck and squeal every time the bat flew past my head. That little critter's entry into the room proved beyond doubt that its not the GIRLS who go into a frenzy every time a furry being comes within 3 feet of them (in that case you'd think they'd be running from guys all the while). The brave strong GUYS were a whole different story, and quite a laugh. The photo here is proof enough. Mr.Raavi stopped short of crawling under the desk.

Oh, I mentioned the trespasser to be unfortunate because one hero-wannabe knocked the cute little thing on its tiny little head and rendered it either dead or terribly unconscious (you know who you are, you deserve to have Greenpeace arrest you). Mr.Raavi proclaimed it dead and did (bravely) carry the poor thing to a safer resting place. But it is rumoured that Stellaluna survived after all... :D



Now what has all this got to do with the title?? Nothing at all. Now getting down to what I was starting out to say.

Remember how the doctor, before sticking a lethal-looking needle into you, says "This won't hurt a bit" and after piercing your skin with it, and after you've screamed your head off and the roof down, adds "Now that didn't hurt, did it?" and you wonder how thick he could get as you rather forlornly nurse the now-numb region of your epidermis? The injection is just a little thing, but it does hurt.

It's really amazing how you could probably forget, if not forgive, your worst enemy but the slights of the closest of your friends seems to nag you consistently till it hurts more than it's supposed to. So what if your best friend forgets to tell you something that's going on with her? So what if it is something important? And so what if everyone else seems to know and you get to hear it through someone else? Does it really matter?

It does to me.

The little things matter. Terribly. People who have heard me rave and rant and complain about this earlier have said "It's such a little thing, let it go." But how many little things does it take before you realize its not really all that unimportant anymore? These small, generally unnoticed errs matter to me, why? Because I feel threatened, vulnerable, left out and INSECURE. Yes, me. I do feel insecure.

No matter how strong a person anyone is, everyone's got their own Achille's heel. And dear reader, this is mine.