Honestly, I have a plethora of metaphors to explore already: Satan can seem to bring light to the world but that isn’t the true light! Exposing things to the daylight makes them less dangerous! Capitalism makes people operate in a scarcity model which hinders progress!
And today, when I feel less than my full self in the midst of such urgency to be our best selves, I sway dangerously close to becoming firewood.
The rawness of this proximity to life makes me feel vulnerable, sort of like therapy but without the armchairs.
My brain shut off seeing “3-chloro-4-dichloromethyl5-hydroxy-2(5H)-furanone.”
I don’t want to think about the election right now.
Oh no, Hallmark, I think it’s quite likely I already care far too much about the assorted unnecessary objects in that unasked-for packet.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t contemplate the busted door as a sign from God that I should stay home, but I brushed that off right quick.
If you were placed into a story about first dates, you’d better know your fish diseases.
Am I really supposed to make a purple sandwich out of this mess?
The professor in charge of my primary tutorial would, in what conservative pundits would later call “a total snowflake move,” offer to move back the due date on that week’s essay.
