Decoration

“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. 

_GT

Post Note: Thank you Breann for listening even when I sound like a lunatic.