
Not ‘selfish’, she says. more ‘difficult to get on with’.
Ahhh, I say, that’s code for ‘tricky’.
I know I am. My best mate is too.
Human beans are ‘tricky’ all around.
They don’t grow straight. They grow with all sorts
of genetic quirks; there’s always something askew,
that rubs people up the wrong way, that chafes.
How people live together, I don’t know.
Sometimes I have trouble just living with me.
I’m not a one trick pony, but I am tricky.
pic courtesy of Pinterest
I love the human beans and how you carry on the image. We are tricky and finding somebody one can live with is a gift. The glorious parallel of an equals sign. Side by side, never running acropper… at least not often. 😂 Family units are a miracle of compromise and interdependence. And yet, oddly, so integral to our society. When we went to Indonesia in 2015 the “children raised by a village” concept was in clear evidence. I envied it. But I am a very social person – not a full blown extravert but I do love and need people. Not everyone is like that. Some people need space.
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Indonesia would have been an eye opener; when the grandkids were young they stayed with us and our daughter for a few years; it took some adjustment but it was wonderful having them with us 🙂
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Nice
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thanks for your generous, perceptive comment 🙂
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we all are a bit tricky, each in our own way. it’s a matter of accepting the whole bean.
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Lol ; I’ll pay that, Beth 🙂
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even the plants prefer being harvested apart in their rows; crowd them and they compete, space then out too far and they feel lonely. Guess we’re also tricky. If I my individual humans came with spacing guides.
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1.5 metres seems to be the recommended distance 🙂 I like how you’ve extended the plant analogy 🙂
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😀 ha, brilliant. Let’s write a manual shall we?
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one could; one could — you’ve opened up so many possibilities —
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A new diet plan called sunlight, for example. 😂
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Lol… you’re off and running 🙂
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These new humans aren’t going to soil themselves, or so we can hope. 😂
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Actually, much insight, well described. We even trick ourselves and most of us have a lot more than one trick.
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very true; and yet there are couples — we all know them — who are still married after fifty years; how they do it is anyone’s guess 🙂
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My late mom frequently said, “Nobody said it would be easy.” She also modeled for me the importance of prayer. I told my wife today she was a great wife after almost 44 years. My first marriage lasted 11 months. I am only married now by the grace of God. I feel extremely fortunate. Fifty years? I do not even know if I will live that long.
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that is wonderful; prayer must play its part; the long married couples I know are all churchgoers —
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Love the play on tricky. I keep telling Hobbo not to teach me new tricks.
Mr and Mrs H are a couple of human beans happily simmering in their own secret blend of spicy sauce! D.🐾
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Dauphy is such a character; he sees into the heart of things 🙂
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😂 Thanks John! He is.
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How true! We are all human beans. Well done John.
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glad you enjoyed, Bob 🙂
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Ahhh! Tricky. I get it now. The pony is so cute and does look like a tricky one. Humans have tricks of their own. Though I wish they were more entertaining. A cute and honest delivery of basic human nature. Great writing, John. 🙂
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it all stemmed from a snippet of conversation reported in the opening lines 🙂 we human beans are a creative lot 🙂
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Haha. I love that. Human beans…
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Good one John, nice play on tricky words. 😀
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the ‘one trick pony’ from Pinterest was the perfect pic for the post 🙂 and, of course, that Paul Simon song 🙂
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Genetic quirks, always something askew. Love that line, who wants to be perfect.
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agreed, Ulle: perfection would be a bore —
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