The I-told-you-so-ers

Wasting their post rain walks…

They wait around every corner to see you fall into a puddle and get wet. They have told you not to walk on the streets after the rain, working hard on persuading you to become them; to adapt their eyesight, to always stand and look at things from their angle. They live for the moment at which their viewpoint will coordinate with reality. Their agony for self-affirmation will end then; They will be in the great position of saying: “I told you so”! — Oh, what a biblical achievement! You told us so! — In the meantime, you have enjoyed so many walks, seen so many surroundings, touched so many different soils with your feet, smelled the multi-aromatic life to its full extent, gained so much empirical wealth… And they were just there; on hold. While you metamorphose yourself, widening your horizons, they drown into the expectation for the seconds you will stumble as they had predicted. Of course, you also knew you might fall. This is always one of the options. — So, what’s the value of this “prediction”? I wonder — If only they could stop for a minute and ask: “Why do I like saying I told you so all the time”? “What happens in me after I say it”? Because what’s even sadder is that after each of these moments of glory, they are only temporarily satisfied; the contentment starts fading away after a few days, and they seek the next opportunity. What a pity… Since they also go out after the rain — to watch you — , why wasting that opportunity by following the footprints of someone else, instead of enjoying the marks their own wet soles leave on the road?

Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives