Saturday, March 17, 2007
silly string and giggles
Have you ever felt like something is missing in your life? Things are good, but they could be better, or maybe your life has gone completely to crap. No matter how things are, they could be better.
Or maybe you see this big picture of what you want your life to be, but you just can’t seem to get on the canvas. You take a step into the fram and it moves just out of reach.
Picture this. You’re in a room. It’s small. It’s just big enough for you. In this room is a chair and a bunch of string. Silly string. It’s covering you and the chair and the walls in globs and it’s all colorful, and is coming from behind you in a steady stream.
You look down at this chair and see a piece of paper. You pick it up and place it in the palm of your hand. You unfold it and see that there are words on it, and as you look closer at the words, POOF! The paper disappears. You look back down at the chair and see another piece of paper sitting there, being covered in the silly string. You pick it up and try to read the words, gone again. You look down once more and quickly pick up the piece of paper so crisply folded on the chair. You open it and it just digitigrades into nothing. You look at the chair, but this time there is no paper, just string. You start to move the string around and find another piece of paper nicely folded in the center of the chair. You reach for it and it disappears.
Behind you, in this tiny room, is a man. He’s spraying silly string allover you. He stares at you and smiles. You look back at the chair and see a piece of paper nicely folded on it. You grab it, this time less eager to open it.
The man looks at you, still smiling, still spraying silly string. He looks at the paper, touches it, and it disappears. He jumps a bit giggling, spraying the silly string. You look back to the chair and see another piece of paper sitting there.
This could go on forever.
The man reaches out a finger and touches every piece of paper that appears on the chair, while spraying the silly string all around you. You keep on looking for that piece of paper, still trying to see what it has to say, and that man keeps on messing it up for you.
Did you ever think to just tell him to stop?
So what does that have to do with making your life better? You tell me.
What is that little room all about?
Why silly string?
Who’s that guy?
What does the paper say?
You see, I don’t know these things. This is why I post in my blog about such things.
Ok, so I know what it’s all about, but if I just flat out tell you, it’ll ruin all of my fun.