Yourself?

To war to war!!!

There are objects in this world. Objects of curiosity, that can only described with the word blob. Blob. A certain stain on the ground, an object with infinitely high inertia, with a certain affinity with the ground. There it lies, you can see it, smell it, hear it. There's nothing wrong with blobs of course. All objects have a right to exist. But the problem with this particular blob, is it's insidious nature. It looks benign all right. It's just sitting there, looking like it's minding it's own business, and really, you don't feel like bothering with it. But slowly, it sickens you, pains you, poisons you. All the while looking aloof. But it hurts you all the same. It's the smell.

Of course, you never wanted to be there. You were lured there, by the fragrance of a flower nearby perhaps. And the flower beckons, welcomes. But this blob. No! It is not satisfied with people not taking notice of it. It must be noticed. It must drive people away from it. So it produces this noxious fume, this poison, this heaviness in the air, to keep people away from it. Of course, if blobs have feelings, they probably obtain satisfaction from driving people away. People, who might have that one in a million chance of noticing it, which obviously, the blob does not want, to maintain it's annoymity. Of course, of course, left unsaid is the fact that if the blob wasn't so putrefying, and kept minding it's own business, no one would notice it anyway.

But then, minding your own business is no fun. No fun at all. Which blob in their right mind could stand people NOT noticing them. No, blobs must be seen, heard and smelt. And people must notice and pay respect, and stay away. And the blobs must continue to make people around them uncomfortable, to increase the distance between intruders and itself. It starts to stink! Really badly. It wants its privacy. Its space. So it intrudes on others. Stinks up the world. Makes the world a badder place.

It's all gravity. That ever pervasive force that pulls people to the ground. That keeps them rooted firmly to the place they're standing on right now. It's the same force, the same gravity, that makes blobs unable to lift themselves from the ground. Unable to see beyond their personal kingdom, unable to move around freely, but slime this way and that. What's the whole problem with blobs???

Blobs lack a backbone to raise them from the ground. Blobs lack legs to stand with. Blobs lack eyes to see, ears to hear. Blobs lack an outer covering, to protect their fragile insides from the environment. Blobs lack hands, to help themselves and others with. Blobs lack minds, to contemplate their existence, and the existence of others.

Poor Blob. Poor Us.

posted by Downhere. @ 4:55 pm