Episode 58: In which her world feels very small...
I was driving mindlessly home today, the way we do when we know the way, but sort of thinking at the same time how much time I spend inside my head instead of paying attention to what's going on around me. At that exact moment, I stopped at a red light, looked up, and saw this huge rainbow. For a second I couldn't breathe because I thought God could hear my thoughts and it freaked me the f*ck out.
Now that I've got that cat poster discourse off my chest, I'll balance it out with telling you what the saddest thing in the world is: A Precious Moments figurine, the one that hold its arms out wide and has "I wuv you this much" scripted on the base, on a shelf at the Goodwill. Think about it. Someone gave that big-headed little statue it to someone else in an earnest attempt to express love, but the recipient was so indifferent that it ended up in a donation box instead of the back of a closet where it belongs. I get teary just thinking about it.
If anyone EVER gives me one of those f*cking Precious Moments figurines (that's $14) I will not only dump them, I will kill them on principle. That kind of madness must not be allowed to continue.
ReplyDeleteWow, I never thought anyone else would think about these kinds of things, but I too get very sad when I see those statues in thrift stores. Especially those beige plastic ones with big-eyed children with shaggy bangs saying things like “Number One Dad!” It really pulls at my heart. I always imagine the person who originally received it has died. So sad. While I wouldn’t express my love for someone else that way, obviously others do, and the gesture just seems so basic and simple and pure, and then BOOM – that love is gathering dust and for sale for 50 cents. Awful.
ReplyDeleteBut Kel, if someone were to give you an unfortunate gift like that, where would it end up?
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother gave me one of those things once, and now I'm sure it's either in someone else's home or in the trash (we yard-saled it).
But I still love my grandma! Just not her taste in trinkets, I suppose.
And with that, I vow to read you every day. You had me at "I Wuv You."
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