I think everyone knows what they can come to terms with during this life. What can we live with. And with what not. But sometimes, it’s hard to draw that line. To distinguish between what should be sanctioned with a yellow card and what with a red one. For life. But you’d better find out. Sooner.
I know people who don’t speak to each other for days. Some for weeks. Cause the other one raised their voice. Cause he lied. He was late for dinner. Cause he didn’t tighten his socks. Cause he said something. She doesn’t know exactly what anymore. Or when. But now she is “punishing” him. Like a child. Although he’s a man. The one she chose. She punishes him !!! With an air of superiority (you can change genders any time). The princess was offended. Cut off the head of the sinner! In the modern version, a kind of silenzio stampa. But without the press. Only with two fools in the leading roles!
After a while, they start talking again. With their asses! Monosyllabic. They’d better keep quiet. They speak to each other like two strangers. They look at each other, but they don’t see each other anymore. After a while, the princess gets down from the tower and starts sewing the head back on his neck. Her husband’s. Which, from now on, is one centimeter shorter. She caught the material in the seam. “I forgive you! Now, let’s play again! Good! Next time I will cut your head off. And I’ll sew it back after a while. So you will too be shorter, like me. Good! “
Sounds stupid? Good! Because it is! But it’s real.
Shorter and with a piece of lost time, they forgive each other and move on. Until next time. And all that time? What happens to all that time? It sums up. Sum it up! How much is it? A life time?
When it’s unforgivable, you know it first hand. Red card, mother fucker! And… you’re out! Hopefully. If you know yourself. If not, get your hands on it and learn yourself! The rest is just a series of yellow cards that never turn into a red one in life. So if you’re going to forgive him, do it sooner. Save the time!
