Pamper Purples

I have this friend of mine, my closest aide, my savior, my only friend (not exaggerating) and in all the person whom I only ring up after 12:00 am. A few days back we were talking and I sensed the much prevalent gloom in his voice which was meant to be sensed as a matter of fact and soon he fed me up with stories of his misery and how everything was going wrong in his life and how miserably miserable he felt. Looking at the sensitivity of the moment (what? he was sad ) I did not waste a minute and as soon as he paused for breath I began blowing my own cry-baby trumpet that how life has been unfair and with what audacity I have dealt with the dark but am a human and emo-breakdown happens at some point and blaaaaaaA! I had the intention to alleviate his pain by feeding him with my own brave stories of tough times but there was something which struck upon in this whole episode of soothing my friend. 

Anyway! Coming back. Soon the sadomasochist in us rose, and we got busy in the painfully cheerful task of mollifying each other. How content does it make us talking grief, I noticed. We always want to be unknowingly in the constant company of people who would inflict sorrow into our lives if they are equally ready to go down with our tales of turmoil. Isn't it? But what possible reason could draw us to such dispirited attitude especially when it does no good in getting out of the problem. Mere observation has led me to a few conclusions based upon my understanding and there may be flaws but I will still share.

Those who don't put a comforting arm around, we don't see them no less than enemies planning clandestinely against us. As friends, we want each other to talk, listen and understand. Pamper buddies on the other hand 

don't get to a solution, they just discuss the same thing over and over again and can't help feeling hapless.

People who back you up in remembering your primary source of suffering don't want you to move on. A true friend on the other hand will always stay by your side and ask you even chide you sometimes for your own good to see the brighter side. And the beauty of this deliberately called upon episode of feeling bad about yourself is that the other person's opinion matter only when it is in accord with our own interpretation of the situation which of course is am-the-troubled-one. Until and unless we give our real friends the space and comfort to walk up to us and point out our flaws, we would never know our own stake in causing a trouble.


The best part with pampering is, once you start, the rest action occurs naturally with pure devotion. Our brain signals us to feel better when it hears what it wants to hear. Happy it becomes when this happens. Sad it remains if not. But the whole sugar coated affair is not gonna take you anywhere and you know that very well. Problems are a part of everybody's life and deep down we all know there are people suffering more than us. Pour out your emotions and take a chill pill. All is gonna be well.