If there is a phrase that has suffered misuse probably since its advent then it’s the “it’s okay” phrase. To me it’s the most used especially when things are completely not okay. At times it’s the only solution to many arguments that may cause so much harm to people and probably know no end. To me it’s a small savior. A savior of time I could spend in conversations that neither have meaning nor hold water. It saves me headache and heartache. It saves me the pain of listening to apologies that come in the form of justifications.
I will use it again and again; I have done it before and still will for as it remains my savior. I use it because I have tested and seen its goodness. I use it because I know the magic in it. I use it because I know what it means to me. But I am constantly worried of my listeners, constantly worried of what implications it makes to them. Yes, I even get worried of how blindly they accept this phrase and move on. I am often irritated at how contented they look after hearing these words. Time and again I want to pull their hair if this could make them understand. I always think of pushing them so hard into thinking. But it still is okay with me…I can only wish they will, at least a day in their lives.
Fine, when did it become okay that you will ill treat me? When did it become okay that you will constantly talk about me behind my back? When did it become okay that you will talk to me at your own convenience? When did it become okay that you will make me your wife without my knowledge? When did it become okay that you will force yourself into helping me spend what I sweat to earn? How far okay is it that you will scorn me because you constantly relate yourself to all my posts? When did it become okay that you will deliberately ignore my calls? Yes…in words it will always be okay.
It will always be okay with me. You will not expect me to force you into apologizing when you hurt me. It’s not like me to go around screaming because you decided to deliberately ill treat me. I will always smile; at times I may decide to go silent on you, of course hinting at you that it’s still okay. I know you have a brain, its okay with me that I should not help you think; it’s also okay that I should never influence your thinking. Your stupid acts will remain okay to me, until you decide you will start thinking. Yes, until you start living the grown up in you, until you know what are and what is not okay.