Inconvenience 

I never knew what an inconvenience was.

Watching. Listening. Hanging from the wall.  “Inconvenience,” there it is again. What is that? Day comes. Day goes. Night comes. Night goes. People in. People out. Though at night, the flow is much lighter. Day comes. Day goes. 

People talk. A LOT! They talk about the weather mostly. Movies. Books. News. Games. I’m learning there is a difference between games. There are games people physically play. With their bodies. And games they play with just their fingers. Two people spent 5 hours talking about a game of chess. They went into extreme detail. I was able to do a fairly good job playing based on just their conversation. It’s hard for me to know if it was a battle of wits. Comparing notes. Or ‘one upping’ each other. A third person sat down and sighed, “you 2 are exhausting.” 

Then there are other conversations. Liquid filled conversations. Tears? I’m learning. End of life. Final decision conversations. 

“How are we going to pay for all of this?” 

“Dad never wanted to be here?” 

“Help me! I can’t do this by myself.”

“David, I’m sorry. Your mom will not live out the night.” 

Anguish. Pain. Desperate conversations. “HOW COULD THEY LEAVE ME?”

Then, there are confusing conversations. Inconveniences. “There are other places I want to be.” 

“Talk about dramatic! She’s a hypochondriac. This is all for show!” 

“CAN WE GO HOME NOW?” 

“We’ll be here past midnight!” 

“This is not how I wanted to spend my day.”

“I’m getting married in 3 weeks. Everything is paid for. Who’s going to walk me down the aisle? What am I going to tell the guests? Dad decided to up and die before the biggest day of my life.”

These are inconvenient? Is another human life that unimportant? I’m learning.