Today we picked some olives.
Its season and all, and my family has a bunch of olive trees and we pick them to make oil.
Olive trees have mostly two kind of branches: arched ones or straight ones.
The arched ones are the best, 'cause you pick the olives without needing to get on the three. Its faster, easier and you move a lot quicker.
The straight one instead... Are a pain to get, they get really high, impossible to bend in the right direction and most of the time get cutted off.
Today my uncle was cutting some and I was distracted and a couple fell on my head and shoulder quite hard. I didn’t’ notice because I was spacing out, focused on something else when this branches hitted me. It happens, its better if it doesn't, but I didn't get hurt, so its fine.
But I got so scared. It was such a crude break from what I was doing a moment before, calmly picking olives from an already cutted branch, thinking about my stuff and a moment later I was in vague pain and in this weird flashback of when I was 10 year old and taking piano lessons and somehow the keylid suddenly closed. I was able to block it before that heavy piece of wood snapped on my finger breaking them but afterwards I felt the same kind of fear.
I imagine that the flashback was triggered by the same kind of mental state I was in both before and after.
I was so focused on my straight, cutted-off branch, just as I was when I was playing the piano when something went wrong really quick.
But it is not done yet.
I was so upset, for a damn branch that tried and failed to open my thick skull that after I was done with my flashback I started crying.
I lied and said that it was because it hurted.
It did, but it wasn't strictly physical.
I don't exactly fit in my family.
I am the artsy idiot who likes to draw, write, paint, sing, play...... And they don't.
They are nice, smiley and are able to talk to anyone... And I am not.
The have nice smiles and hard hands.
I have soft hands and a serial killer resting face.
But they have always been quite supportive and we are made of the same stuff but we are structurally different.
They are the easy arched branches while I stick in the wrong direction and usually am out of place in the most common thing for them.
Do I need to be cut off too? Is that my destiny?
This morning I never thought I could empatize with a olive branch, but oh well. It is what it is.