As I was walking back from a mate’s this afternoon I saw a ‘character’ approaching. Just to clarify this ‘character’ came with mad beard and a distinct odour of paint stripper, that sort of ‘character’. Despite ducking to the left and to the right he was determined to take the opportunity to invade my personal space. As he closed in he muttered away in that way that you can only master after a decade of special brew. I detected some words in his ramblings “tease”, “wrong”, “bastards”, “no good” were definitely in there. The look on his face told me that I had caused this conversation, this was not for everyone, we were talking.
I was just considering which wrist stood the best chance if it all went wobbly when I realised he was not looking at me. Again some clarification is needed, this wasn’t random eye travel he actually had something in his sights. Then I realised that I was wearing a T-Shirt, brought for me by a girl I should add, that reads “TITS just pure evil”. Having deduced what the subject was I returned a grumbled noise and we passed without incident. I took a few more steps thinking how the word ‘tits’ had bridged a common divide and then stopped. I turned back and looked at the scruffy, broken man hugging his paper bag covered tin like it was his only possession and realised that it wasn’t that word. The link we shared, like so many others, was divorce.
Being an occasional thinker I pondered this for a while, what was it that caused this one man to fall to bits where others don’t. I came to a conclusion that you won’t read in the dating guides and your friends won’t tell you. That new fella that you meet may have been hard done by in the past, all sorts of things may have happened to him. But when you hear how he lost the love of his life think carefully, if he was that in love then where is his meths? If you have really reached the pinnacle of love then you will fall further than most. I have made a mental note and next time I talk to a down and out* I will have this conversation and investigate the subject some more. Perhaps the rambling drunks you see on street corners are actually what you find when you break the greatest loves of all and Shakespeare had it wrong.
*Oddly it happens more often than you think