When engaging in 'purgative' simulations, we confront the destructive impact of bitterness, as articulated by Maya Angelou, who likened it to a cancer that eats away at its host.
A “bitter stranger” confronts the pattern of killing conversations with other strangers to keep themselves safe. This defensive habit is robbing them of meeting people and building relationships.
I close my eyes to simulate.
I’m in conversation with a natural beauty. Usually, I’d find a way to invalidate someone this hot before they could invalidate me. A snide remark, a sharp undercut, a sly judgement. Villainising them before they even speak. Cutting off any opportunity to make a heartfelt connection. I fear being made small in their presence. The person in front of me is beautiful. The smile, the aura, the look. And although they know it, there is something more at play.
They are human. Insecure, imperfect and in their own world of pain. Worthy of dignity, deserving of respect. I choose to honour the soul in front of me by asking an authentic question. As if I care about their world as much as I care about my own. The question goes down a treat. This person’s face softens. My fear melts. And through their openness, I experience a connection rarely felt.