Fate’s Hand
The older you get, the more you realize that fate doesn’t always deliver the results you want or even expect, for that matter. But still it’s always frustrating when the universe basically says “tell it to the hand.” It’s like when the little girl innocently gives Frankenstein’s monster the flower. Rather than bringing a touched smile to his face (what we want) or causing him, feafully, to deliver a deadly crushing blow to her skull (what we expect…or what you cynical people want) the gesture instead is met with indifference and he takes it and walks away.
That little girl should chase him down and take a big bite out of his Achilles tendon and watch him drop like a giant sequoyah and writhe in agony as his club foot dangles from his donated leg. At least SHE won’t be showing indifference.
Indifference sucks. Come on world, I threw the pitch out there, give me something back. Bunt and throw me off guard. Smack a sizzling line drive and make me flinch. Hit it out of the park so that you can jeer at my ludicrous attempt to retrieve it as it disappears over the wall. Hell, take a wild swing at it blindly…just TRY.
September 27th, 2004 at 10:30 am
Hey Tony, we are listening and hearing you. Keep it up…