JANUARY 1ST, 2011: LIFE IN HELL

I love reading literature: short stories, novels, poems, essays, articles, and anything that can be read and can be the source of knowledge and wisdom. When I was a child, I read a lot of comic books. Today, I read comic strips on newspapers and magazines. I even use comic strips in teaching arts and  creativity to kids. I remember when I was in college, I started my comic strips compilation. Now that I have my own training centre, I always benefit from those collections.

One of the comic strips that I have read is "Life In Hell" by Matt Groening who used rabbits and gay lovers to explore varieties of topics such as love, relationships, sex, work, and death. In this cartoon, Binky's life was dread and bitter. He always ended up with a therapist.

I thought I would just see this kind of life on a comic book, or in any tales. But I am wrong. Today, January 1st, 2011, I witnessed someone's life in hell. It's the first day of the year, and it's a belief that we have to start our year right to make our whole year right.

So I visited a friend of mine to greet her a happy new year. While I was in her house, an old lady arrived. This old lady had a mission with the hubby of my friend who was playing farmville on facebook that time. My friend asked her hubby to entertain the old woman, but the hubby started yelling at my friend and the old woman as well. I saw Binky in the personality of my friend's hubby. He's kinda abnormal, and depressed. To think that it's the first day of the month of January, and to think that it's new year, to see such depressed person yelling at another depressed person really put me in a situation like I was in hell. He shouted aloud so bitterly. The whole house was filled with the voice of the man who is 5 feet and 10 inches tall, and the women he was yelling at are only 4 feet and 11 inches tall. I also saw that the man who's very tall as far as my height is concerned seemed like gay. He talked too much than my friend. He screamed at the top of his lungs like  gay. So I remembered again Akbar & Jeff in "Life In Hell". And I wished that the hubby of my friend would turn into a cartoon character so his voice wouldn't be as loud as thunders.

His voice was resounding. I felt that I lost my eardrums. My hubby's friend never stopped roaring. So my friend lost her temper. She also started shrieking. They were never bothered that people were around them, and that we were just visiting them. So the old woman and I were in the middle of war in Iraq and Pakistan. Until I heard the man threatening his wife. He said if his wife won't stop yelping out loud something bad might happen to her today as a gift for the start of the new year. The man, who happens to be a policeman, got his gun, and pointed it to the wife. The old woman and I started screaming out loud after which I heard gunshots. I saw my friend bathing in her own blood.

This is the gift of hatred, and insanity: death. My friend died on the spot as the whole world celebrated the first day of 2011. This is a day in hell for me, but my friend's life had been in hell as what she recounted to me.

I wish that a policeman like the hubby of my friend would disappear. and would live in hell forever.