It is a fact that the average person tells 4 lies a day, that's 1,460 a year; a total of 87,600 by the age of 60. The most common lie is: I'm Fine! If you were to ask me that at this point in my life i would reply with the truth... I am not fine! For some time I've felt my life spiralling out of control. For 11 years i have suffered with severe depression and post traumatic stress syndrome, i felt i had it under control and although there is always inner turmoil of some strength, i fear it has turned into something i can no longer control once again. At this point in my life I feel like I'm a weasel ball, you know those children's toys that have a furry Lil critter stuck to a mechanic ball that goes round and round endlessly in circles in a box at market stalls. I am a weasel ball. I am going endlessly round and round in circles to no avail bashing myself on the walls of my domain. Picked up, switched off and shoved away for the next day. If you've never seen me before the usual greeting is "oh my god what is that???" then you take a closer look, smile and go on your way, I'm not something you take home unless you can make use of me in some way and on second meeting generally you may pass me by without a second glance. My box represents my world....BEIGE! The four walls are my padded cell, I'll just keep hitting them until i run out of battery, but then what? Someone will replace them giving me hope of a new day but eventually they run dry and still no one takes me home no matter how hard i try to impress them with my moves. Everyday the same thing, round and round, people viewing but never buying, picking me up but always putting me down. After all I have no real use, okay maybe a good cat toy but even that will wear thin after a while and "Mr.kibbles" isn't convinced. we've seen it all before, but what if you haven't? On the outside i am fluffy and possibly recycled but on the inside i am an intricate mechanism working away until i expire. I am cogs, circuits and wiring, with a main power source that drives me onwards, My heart. Right now this heart feels fragile and lost, like my battery's are running low, I'm running out of power supply and i cannot keep bashing my head against the wall, forever going round in circles for the amusement of others, being picked up, put down, up! and down..... up!....and down! switched on and off when needed to entertain the passers by. There are many errors in my design. my colours don't match or go with home furnishings, I don't come with a money back guarantee or an instruction manual. I'm not fool proof, i am breakable, I am a Lil temperamental and sometimes i fall off my path. Consider me fallen. I know i make a strange noise but I wish you would see past that. Until then, love me or hate me, I am your weasel ball. But i have a whole lot of love and time to give you. I am YOUR weasel ball.Sunday, 3 October 2010
#17. I'll be your Weasel Ball
It is a fact that the average person tells 4 lies a day, that's 1,460 a year; a total of 87,600 by the age of 60. The most common lie is: I'm Fine! If you were to ask me that at this point in my life i would reply with the truth... I am not fine! For some time I've felt my life spiralling out of control. For 11 years i have suffered with severe depression and post traumatic stress syndrome, i felt i had it under control and although there is always inner turmoil of some strength, i fear it has turned into something i can no longer control once again. At this point in my life I feel like I'm a weasel ball, you know those children's toys that have a furry Lil critter stuck to a mechanic ball that goes round and round endlessly in circles in a box at market stalls. I am a weasel ball. I am going endlessly round and round in circles to no avail bashing myself on the walls of my domain. Picked up, switched off and shoved away for the next day. If you've never seen me before the usual greeting is "oh my god what is that???" then you take a closer look, smile and go on your way, I'm not something you take home unless you can make use of me in some way and on second meeting generally you may pass me by without a second glance. My box represents my world....BEIGE! The four walls are my padded cell, I'll just keep hitting them until i run out of battery, but then what? Someone will replace them giving me hope of a new day but eventually they run dry and still no one takes me home no matter how hard i try to impress them with my moves. Everyday the same thing, round and round, people viewing but never buying, picking me up but always putting me down. After all I have no real use, okay maybe a good cat toy but even that will wear thin after a while and "Mr.kibbles" isn't convinced. we've seen it all before, but what if you haven't? On the outside i am fluffy and possibly recycled but on the inside i am an intricate mechanism working away until i expire. I am cogs, circuits and wiring, with a main power source that drives me onwards, My heart. Right now this heart feels fragile and lost, like my battery's are running low, I'm running out of power supply and i cannot keep bashing my head against the wall, forever going round in circles for the amusement of others, being picked up, put down, up! and down..... up!....and down! switched on and off when needed to entertain the passers by. There are many errors in my design. my colours don't match or go with home furnishings, I don't come with a money back guarantee or an instruction manual. I'm not fool proof, i am breakable, I am a Lil temperamental and sometimes i fall off my path. Consider me fallen. I know i make a strange noise but I wish you would see past that. Until then, love me or hate me, I am your weasel ball. But i have a whole lot of love and time to give you. I am YOUR weasel ball.
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