comma, comma, period.
i am not made of thread.
i can stick up for myself.
i am in control of my own destiny.
okay, everyone who believed that please raise their hand.
that's what i thought.
while i can gaurentee i am not made of thread in the non-metaphorical sense, as i'm pretty fleshy, it takes very little to unravel me. truth be told if i was to compare myself to any craft supply, it would be clay. no, colourful plaster. no no... cheap playdoh. that's giving them exactly what they want, i know. but i'm going to go with play-doh. if i can tolerate you for more than 24 hours, you've got your very own container of (green) play-doh all to your very own. create, destroy, repeat. this is where the whole sticking up for one's self comes into play...
and how i can't do it. if some little shit is abusing their play-doh privlages, sure they'll get a time out. but the kindergarden teacher always invites the child back for play time, with open arms. DESTROY, DESTROY, DESTROY.
and control? please. play-doh has no balls until Xhours have past and it's given up. it's old and cracked and as hard as a rock. and who would want to play with it now? i for one wouldn't. you'd give and give and give, and get nothing back. a stubborn ol'supply.
so here it is. real simple.
i care, and i show it in the wrong ways.
i never lie.
i would rather hurt myself, than hurt others.
but in the end, we all get tired of play-doh.
and none of this mattered anyways.
i can stick up for myself.
i am in control of my own destiny.
okay, everyone who believed that please raise their hand.
that's what i thought.
while i can gaurentee i am not made of thread in the non-metaphorical sense, as i'm pretty fleshy, it takes very little to unravel me. truth be told if i was to compare myself to any craft supply, it would be clay. no, colourful plaster. no no... cheap playdoh. that's giving them exactly what they want, i know. but i'm going to go with play-doh. if i can tolerate you for more than 24 hours, you've got your very own container of (green) play-doh all to your very own. create, destroy, repeat. this is where the whole sticking up for one's self comes into play...
and how i can't do it. if some little shit is abusing their play-doh privlages, sure they'll get a time out. but the kindergarden teacher always invites the child back for play time, with open arms. DESTROY, DESTROY, DESTROY.
and control? please. play-doh has no balls until Xhours have past and it's given up. it's old and cracked and as hard as a rock. and who would want to play with it now? i for one wouldn't. you'd give and give and give, and get nothing back. a stubborn ol'supply.
so here it is. real simple.
i care, and i show it in the wrong ways.
i never lie.
i would rather hurt myself, than hurt others.
but in the end, we all get tired of play-doh.
and none of this mattered anyways.
posted by meg at 3:02 a.m.
2 Comments:
Playdoh is timeless, a classic if you will.
Who could get tired of playdoh?
Certainly not anyone who deserves to have any fun with it.
Also, being a doormat in certain ways was something I allowed to happen to me for years. As long as you recognize it, and have a desire to change it, it won't last forever.
i remember my mom once gave me some homemade blue play-doh that dried up and crumbled apart about 30 seconds after it was made.
so i guess if i was a play-doh, i'd be blue homemade play-doh.
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