Sponge Vs Doormat
Sponge Vs Doormat “Enough! I have had enough! Everyone throws their garbage on me and treat me like a doormat. I am always at the receiving end. Why, it’s always me?” My childhood friend nearly screamed as she barged into my office walking in a fast stride, hands clenched in fists and hitting against one another. She swayed up and down the room with infinite wrinkles on her forehead and lips seldom getting a chance for approximation. I sat calmly in my office chair and observed her. Words were coming out at a tsunami speed which made her speech incoherent. I knew I had lost her somewhere in the beginning itself. I pointed my finger towards the chair and tilted my head, urging her to sit down and focus on her breathing. Offering her a glass of water, I just closed my eyes and nodded. This seemed to have a soothing effect on her. Deep in her heart, she knew I had understood what she was trying to convey, she felt relieved. We sat in silence for some time. She seemed to calm down an