12.06.2010

threadbare

I always imagine Patience as a ball of yarn...
a soft, powdery blue sphere.

On its best day, Patience sits neat and tidy in the center of the brain,
not a single tattered strand or a string out of place.


If Patience is tested... by traffic on I-15, a deadline at work,
or a mouthy, surly teenager at home...
the well-ordered little orb can begin to fray a little.

If it's tried some more... by, say, a vicious case of smallpox,
the current state of the economy,
OR A TEENAGER WHO CAN'T GET THROUGH ONE DAY
WITHOUT PISSING ME OFF,
it can also begin to unravel. Rapidly.

And before you know it, Patience... once neat-as-a-pin... can become:


A muddy, mottled mess.

Insanely misshapen and horribly out of sorts.

So frayed and strayed from its cozy cranial nest that one end is actually trailing out of your nostril by the end of the day.

I know it's supposed to be the Most Wonderful Time of the Year, with those holiday greetings and gay-happy meetings. But if I'm being honest (which is a prerequisite to avoiding the Naughty List)...

I am too threadbare to care.



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