The jar on the fireplace…
Posted on | March 2, 2010 | Comments Off
She sat thinking about her misery and how she nurtured it. She fed it and kept it alive with every self destructive thing that she did. She wasn’t stupid. She knew better. But subconsciously, and sometimes even consciously, she kept it going just the same because it was hers. It was there in front of her like a ball made of rubber bands to play with and marvel at, add to and bounce around and collect dust when she no longer had a use for it. And if all things balance out, black and white, good and evil, then she should get a massive dose of whatever the opposite of misery is. Right? Right. Sure. That’s what she kept telling herself. Or at least that was what she kept telling herself to tell herself.
On the fireplace was a jar containing rubberband balls of various colors. No one understood her.
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