A Day When Things Go Wrong || Falling Into Gutters!!!
It is no news that I am back home, and definitely for Christmas, but most especially for a programme that I had promised a friend that I would come for. My friend had told me about the programme since August, and I had assured him that no matter what, I would make sure to make my presence at the event.
Now that the event was close by, I was not feeling like going again. My feeling was not based on any reason that concerned having an argument or a fight with my friend, but on my present state. I have an injury on my head, and being at that event may cause me to be wearing a cap in the church, which is not something that is appropriate, and someone may eventually walk up to me to ask me to remove it.
I concluded that if anybody walked up to me, I would just tell them I had an injury to my head, but I was also concerned about people asking me what happened. I am someone who doesn't like telling stories, especially when I have to say them multiple times. Unfortunately, this event is in my family's church, and everyone in the church knows me. This means I would be flooded with questions concerning my head injury.
The whole thought of this made me not feel like going at all, but I felt bad because I had made a promise to my friend. He is not just a common friend to me, but someone for whom I care about the way he feels, so I didn't want to disappoint him.
I was also purging that evening; this added to the feeling of not leaving my home as when I am purging, I like staying at home as it would be easy for me to visit the toilet anytime I feel unwell. I really wanted to send my friend a message that I would not make it and say back but I couldn't.
My Reason for attending the event
Why I had to go was because my brother was coming to that same event, and I needed to bring something important for him; without it, there would be no need for him to attend the event.
Seeing the importance, I decided to pack up, but I didn't have a bag to carry the items I needed, so I requested that my younger sister help me with hers. On her way to bring the bag to me, the strap of the bag was cut off. When my mom saw this, she said that it was a sign that I should not go to the event.
I had to look for another option, so I used a nylon bag, although it would not be as convenient as using the bag my sister wanted to give me, but I had no other option left. I left like that for the church event.
I got to the event late, and at that moment, I forgot something very important, which was my guitar strings. It was past 10 p.m., and most of the shops would have closed by that time, but my friend insisted that we should check around because we might be lucky to see a shop open. After a long walk, we saw a shop still open, but the guy sold the string, which was very expensive for us, and his reason was because it was late and there were no other shops open. The guy knew we did not have any other shops to go to, so there was no competition for him.
I felt cheated, but I didn't have any choice at that moment. So, on my way back to the event, I slipped into a very dirty gutter. The gutter was not just dirty but smelly, and at that moment, I wished I hadn't attended the event. I was lucky to have held stamina not to fall totally into
the gutter.
I stood up and bought water to wash up the smelly substances on my body from the gutter. I was so disgusted and irritated.
I got to church to set up the guitar; during this period, the event had started. While I was trying to set up my guitar, I figured my guitar did not work and the problem was not from the wire plugged in to the guitar. The problem was with the guitar itself.
That was how I did not play at all for the church event my friend invited me to. I would not have left my home in the first place if I knew this was how it would end up. I looked at how I fell in the gutter, how I spent money on tfare, and how I bought strings that were much more expensive than the normal price. At the end of it all, I was grateful for life; at least I got home safe and sound.
𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚁
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Bro, this isn't a good one at all, I wish you had listened to your mum when she said spoke to you.
Not playing after the whole stress and fall is not funny at all. I bet your guitar didn't give you any sign before acting up.
Wow, this is actually a whole lot. I hate days when everything just goes wrong, it’s awful. Maybe life actually has a way of sending us messages. At the end of the day, it seems mom was actually right.
So sorry you had to go through all of that. The fact that you were still unable to play after all of that ehn, I can’t imagine how disappointed and annoyed it must have made you.
Omo sorry
The day was really annoying and I think you should listen to yourself. You should have gone back when you fell inside the gutter or earlier. And what you went to do at the church was also messed up.
Sorry about that!