| | Me: You know how people say life is like a river?
Erica: never heard that before in all my seventeen years, why?
Me: Oh. Well.
Me: THOSE PEOPLE ARE FULLA SHIT.
Erica: why would like be like a river in the first place?
Me: Because it's always flowing, supposedly. Always changing.
Me: But I disagree.
Me: Life
is like a calm pond. Content and unchanging, most of the time. And
every now and then a helicopter flies over and drops a fucking nuke in
the middle of it. and the tranquility ends for a period. In a loud way.
Me: but you know that it will be tranquil again soon
Me: So you try and stay there.
Me: But the goddamned radiation makes your skin burn.
Me: So
it becomes tranquil, but because you decided to stay there during the
nuking, you now have burned skin and possibly radiation poisoning.
Me: But it's worth it, isn't it?
Erica: i say no. haha
Erica: i wouldnt stay in that pond.
Me: But that's the only pond you know is tranquil.
Me: And you've been in poisoned ponds before.
Me: This one is clear, before and after the nukings.
Erica: but theres radiation and burning and pain. so how is that in any way tranquil for me?
Me: Because it rarely happens. It's not the pond that isn't tranquil, it's just that outside factors sometimes disrupt it.
Erica: eh well, thats life.
Erica: hahaha so i guess ill stay. yeah, maybe
Me: I'm staying in my pond. And over the past couple weeks, it got nuked. And I think it's starting to clear up again.
Me: God, I love metaphor. |
| | Posted 1/19/2008 11:14 PM - 82 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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