French Fry
I hate when I lose things. Anything. I hate it. I hate it even more when I don't find the things I've lost. And I've noticed that I have a harder time accepting the fact that sometimes, the things lost will never ever return to the place they once were.
Sometimes I just get passive about the lost things in life. Its not like I really have any control over it. Then this little voice in my head comes in and tells me that I do. I do have control over a lot of it. And when that little voice gets started, it's hard to shut it up.
"What ifs" become common. And that's a path no one should ever take. So some sincere advice to any of you readers out there, never do it.
I've lost a lot of things recently and quite frankly, it hasn't bothered me much. And it's ironic that this one thing that I've lost, this time around, is really having an impact on me. It's ironic because the lost object is the size of a small french fry. And I feel like I'm grieving a lot over it. While the other things, the more important and grandeur things, have not been grieved over much less thought about.
Now at this point, I would think that I'm kinda crazy. I am. Everyone is a little crazy in my opinion, but that's a whole other blog post. But anyway I think this small object represents something more. Well, doesn't it? Isn't it ironic that the big things received little attention while the small thing is really bothering me? Its like the tip of the iceberg. I've been avoiding dealing with the big things that something like the "french fry" is kinda pushing me over the edge.
The thing is, I'm scared to confront the big things. I want to avoid it because things could potentially get ugly. And craazy.
Another thing is the "french fry" wasn't my thing to lose. And it was much more important to other people than it was to me. And "sorry" isn't cutting it. It's not working guys. An apology isn't enough.
I'm flipping the world upside down in search of French Fry. No crevice will be spared. I think I'm failing to realize that French Fry isn't coming back. And once the realization hits me, I'll go back to Avoidingville.
Sometimes I just get passive about the lost things in life. Its not like I really have any control over it. Then this little voice in my head comes in and tells me that I do. I do have control over a lot of it. And when that little voice gets started, it's hard to shut it up.
"What ifs" become common. And that's a path no one should ever take. So some sincere advice to any of you readers out there, never do it.
I've lost a lot of things recently and quite frankly, it hasn't bothered me much. And it's ironic that this one thing that I've lost, this time around, is really having an impact on me. It's ironic because the lost object is the size of a small french fry. And I feel like I'm grieving a lot over it. While the other things, the more important and grandeur things, have not been grieved over much less thought about.
Now at this point, I would think that I'm kinda crazy. I am. Everyone is a little crazy in my opinion, but that's a whole other blog post. But anyway I think this small object represents something more. Well, doesn't it? Isn't it ironic that the big things received little attention while the small thing is really bothering me? Its like the tip of the iceberg. I've been avoiding dealing with the big things that something like the "french fry" is kinda pushing me over the edge.
The thing is, I'm scared to confront the big things. I want to avoid it because things could potentially get ugly. And craazy.
Another thing is the "french fry" wasn't my thing to lose. And it was much more important to other people than it was to me. And "sorry" isn't cutting it. It's not working guys. An apology isn't enough.
I'm flipping the world upside down in search of French Fry. No crevice will be spared. I think I'm failing to realize that French Fry isn't coming back. And once the realization hits me, I'll go back to Avoidingville.
posted by Chuckle at
6:30 AM
4 Comments:
lots of words for a french fry. good post though :-)
so i thought the "french fry" was a symbolic thing, but it doesnt seem like it is, now that you told me what it actually is. bahahahahahha
So the weirdest thing that I do, and have done since I was young, when I lose something is that I think about that that item knows where it is. That item is somewhere lost but IT knows where it is. Weird, hard to explain.
@fuelmybrain- that's so interesting. i read this book called "a place called here" and that kinda sounds like what the character would say.
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