“But it’s all so objective,” I whined,
“nothing more than decoration.”
“Decoration?” she asked with a puzzled
look smeared across her face.
“Decoration” I repeated, “and I’m
nothing more than wallpaper.”
I watched as she pondered my answer without the slightest clue what I
was talking about. Confident I’d lost her in my maze of vagueness I began to
change subjects, but …
“I’m not sure I understand,” she urged
“wallpaper?...how so?”
I snickered as if this concept were
common knowledge to just anyone.
“If your everyday interactions or relationships with people were …” I
stopped suddenly realizing how rusty it all sounded out loud.
“Were,” I continued to expel the dusty
theory. “Were… viewed as objects in your house…who would be the first to
welcome you home after a long day regardless of good or bad, only to be pushed
aside in seconds. You know this person. We all have them, we just don’t refer
to them as our front door.” I paused for a minute admiring the insanity, “Then
you head to your fridge, this cold box that stores vital nutrients necessary to
help sustain your everyday life. You take what you need and lets be honest no
one tells their fridge ‘thank-you’. You see where I’m going with this…?” I
grinned.
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Post Note: Thank you Breann for listening even when I sound like a lunatic.
