Bombs

Not quite literally. Not the one that people fight, argue about that physically destroys worlds and people and the lives they inhabit within their societies.

There are many kinds of bombs in life. People that are waiting to blow up at any given time, person, place. Just the right amount of mood has to be created and the opportunity given, with the right jabs at the right sore, tender places.

Then, there are ideas that are so explosive in content and brings out the radically polarized beliefs between two people that creates tension that you could hang your earrings on, they are potentially as dangerous as bombs. We avoid them to the best of our abilities and when it becomes obvious we can't, we all run of shelter and hope it all ends soon with the least number of casualties.

Next, there are places for whatever reason creates the conclusion we arrive at, being a bomb. Things like strip clubs between heterosexual couples. There are probably thousands more. Just the mentioning of it creates a fight, even if it's a silent one that creates awkwardness between the said couple.

Then, the big bomb of actions, which is usually the most common one that I have faced and had delightful chances of experiencing. This could be the combination of two or more items in the list mentioned above. It could even be all of them put together. A person from the past, put together with a certain place you've already established some sort of stigmatization for and certain actions this person has taken, your beloved has not been able to see it manifest or defend your relationship from, and the counter actions you have taken.

It builds momentum, waiting for the perfect time to strike, let out it's lead or whatever is stored in it to make it so explosive and then it goes, KABOOM just like in the cartoons. Sometimes, we fear it and then, in other times though, we make that bomb with our own hands with every intention of using it and creating as many fatalities as we can. We make it for that use only, to create a big bang and change the surrounding landscape to our own desire, so we can pick up the pieces together and start afresh.

I guess it doesn't always work out that way though. Sometimes, after letting go of the bomb, there can be aftershocks that hurts us too. The tremors that leave us in cowardice, fear, regret and deepened sense of hatred that slowly turns into despise.

My own bomb has blown up in my very own two hands.