Monday, January 5, 2009 11:56 PM
i have a story to share.
something which managed to make me ponder.
something which makes some sense.
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happiness is.... a pony!
a little girl woke up on Christmas morning to find the lounge room filled to bursting with stinking horse manure. beaming with delight, she grabbed a shovel & started digging.
"oh boy!" she cried excitedly, "with this much shit, there's gotta be a pony!" With this sporting attitude, every day can be a merry Christmas, regardless of how much shit the fan has flicked around.
sometimes, it seems, you've got to go through a fair bit of crap to find your pony. but unless you can keep believing theres a pony in there, you might give up and never find him and he'll die an unpleasant death by suffocation, buried under all that poo.
meanwhile, you go on believing that there are no ponies, only pony crap.
taking this pessimistic viewpoint means you are saved the trouble of digging through the pony poo, but you live a life devoid of ponies and filled with unshovelled poo. besides, shovelling pony poo gives you something to do until you do find the pony.
it is good practice for when you do find your pony because all ponies, even the tamest, cutest, nicest and most domesticated, still do their fair share of poos and, from time to time, guess who will be required to clean it up? yes, that'd be you.
and you'll do it, not because you have to but because you love that damn pony you painstakingly digged from all the poo and also because you get sick of stepping in the crap he leaves scattered all over the floor.
and he'll sometimes sort things out for you, too.
but a neat pony that cleans up all his own crap?
that's a fairytale, either that or the pony is gay. (:
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so how was it.
i dont know, but i think i found my pony, maybe ):
