Here’s what I just got in my mail:
Instituting civil and or criminal proceedings against the noticee having deliberately failed to pay an outstanding due amount for the client's telecom services."
“So what’s the worst that could happen?” is the question that my parents would warn me against asking myself, ever. Yet, this question always runs through my mind whenever I get into a situation that has a potential to open Pandora's box full of troubles, such as this one. An open threat to take me to court if I fail to pay my telephone dues.
Most would be careful enough to avoid that trouble and sort it out beforehand. "Pay up, and get it over with". They want to restore everything to the way it was, and get back their shit. Ha! The words “restore” and “back to the way it was” have just one significance. It means Living backwards.
Instead, I see this as an opportunity; to experience things in my Life (good/bad) that others haven’t had the courage or madness to cope with. It’s probably an ego issue, or that sudden touch of craziness- a
stance to challenge the system; no matter if you are right or wrong, you just want that thrill of getting involved with something that you’ve never really faced before.
On a similar context, when you know your house is in a twister prone region. Every now and again, you will hear reports of a possible storm that could destroy your house, put your life at risk, and that never ending list of reasons why you must seriously think of relocating. But no. You stay put, and you wait it out, angrily. In spite of everyone’s sermon and public warnings, you express your intent to stay, trying to prove a point. Then comes that time, when the situation gets worse, that you see this massive twister making its way into your neighborhood which was already evacuated a few days ago, and you only stare in disgust at this magnificent work of nature that people keep running away from.
You feel a sense of power, this act of defiance speaks volumes about you, this sets you apart from the rest. Most would call this utter madness, there’s minimal chance of survival- and yet, you are rock solid in stance.
Now for just a single second, your mind gives in to the possibility of the worst thing that could happen. Maybe all those warnings were made for a reason. Everyone else has left for a reason. That single doubt that seeps into your head snowballs into you questioning yourself “Damn. I should’ve listened”.
It’s too late, you panic, you pee, and you weep. Time to pray. Whether or not this storm consumes you, you’ve lost the game you’ve been playing by yourself. You just want out.
Darn it, I just debated with myself and realized that I better pay up the money I owe these people and go back to restoring things the way they were, before I end up in prison for not paying a lousy telephone bill. That would just be plain stupid.