A Conversation With My Conscience

Me: Hey Conscience. You there?

Conscience: Yes.

Me: So, this thing about Viv, did I say the right things?

Conscience: You got her thinking, and you’ve helped her hurt less.

Me: That’s what I wanted. But why do I feel…bad?

Conscience: Because she made up her mind to stick with Greg; and Greg is married.

Me: She’s really in love with him, and all she wants is him. Since he’s already married to another person, she really shouldn’t hurt herself by thinking that he will marry her someday. I said some pretty harsh things to her.

Conscience: Let’s see, you said, ‘He has given you everything he can give you. The only thing he cannot give you is a marriage. This is because he cannot give you this, not because he won’t give it to you.’

Me: I said that. That was mean. She cried then. I could feel her heart breaking. But she looked at me and she had that look in her eyes.

Conscience: What look?

Me: That she realized marrying him was not possible.

Conscience: You also asked her, ‘Do you want to marry Greg, or do you just want to get married?’

Me: I figured that she has to know if she really really loves this guy. She has to figure that out.

Conscience: ‘If it’s him you want, you already have him. He has given you love, care and time. If he marries you today and don’t give you these things, you’re better off never getting married.’ You told her that.

Me: I think that drove her straight back into his arms. What have I done???

Conscience: Mmm… she was less troubled and hurt when you guys parted. She even told you that she’s happy to have him, so to speak. She sent you a message later that day to thank you for listening to her and that everything with Greg was fine.

Me: Yea. I reckon that if she loved him that much and just wanted to be with him, and she already has that, why bother marrying the guy when that is not an option. And isn’t all that mushy stuff the important part of a relationship?

Conscience: Perhaps. You believe that being happy and contented is important?

Me: I suppose that life throws a lot at you and you have to be happy and contented with what you have. If it’s something nice, you indulge in it. And if it’s something not so nice, you endeavor it and hope for the best.

Conscience: Well, seems to me that’s what you’ve told Viv to do. And, she’s made her choice. She’s chosen to indulge and hope for the best.

Me: I’m glad she’s happy. And if shit happens again, I’ll be there to listen again too.

Conscience: Are we done? Can I go? This session has gone into overtime and I’m not even getting paid.

Me: Yea. Yea. Whatever.

Me: Hey, Conscience. Why do we fall in love with the wrong people?

Conscience: Who’s we?

Me: Nevermind.