KICK THE BOX!

He used to say “Kick the fucking box! Kick it!!”.  Maybe he still dares them to do so. I don’t know.

He never said it to me. And, had he ever said it, I would not have done so.  I would not have declined out of fear. Nor would I have declined out of a healthy sense of self-preservation. No. A woman with a heart like mine would have declined out of genuine respect.

To this day I do not know exactly when I got my own. I doubt I ever will. I would like to say I care, but I don’t. If anything, my interest in the ‘when’s’ and ‘why’s’ is closer to a sense of dissociative curiosity than deep introspection.

All I know is that I have a box of my own now.  I have a brand new set of shiny bars. But I have none of his ethics. Oh, I am far less noble than he is! I have tinkered with these bars in interesting ways…

Maybe a sense of ethics comes in time?  There was no instruction manual.  I guess I’ll find out.

Wanna play?  Hmm?

KICK THE FUCKING BOX! KICK IT!! I FUCKING DARE YOU!!!!!

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Rants; or 'That Which Pisses Me Off Mightily'!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s