Why is it that when I think of the most upsetting thing I can think of, all I can think abotu is icecream.
You know when you have an ice cream cone and you are sooo looking forward to it. It's creamy goodness... The taste, the texture, the cooling of that beautiful stuff...
And then, you take two steps after buying it, you go to take a loving lick of your well earned ice cream cone.
And the ice cream falls off and splatters on the pavement.
The dissapointment! The shame! The frustration! The anger!
The sadness...
Why? Why! Life is so cruel! It has cheated me!
And then I think of flying a kite.
The exhiliration of the wind tugging on the string.
The wild whipping of the kite.
Such a delicate thing, so fragile, and yet it pulls you along. Pulls you into running with the breeze, your face turned up to the sky in excitement and wonder.
And then suddenly, the string breaks, or a flurry blows your kite out of your hands.
And it lands in a tree.
And not just any tree. The tallest oak tree in the park.
The dissapointment! The shame! The frustration! The anger!
The sadness...
Why? Why! Life is so cruel! It has cheated me again!
And snowmen! Oh those frosty, smily, happy chappies.
You spend hours, lovingly sculpting this symbol of wintery fun. Your hands become numb through your gloves, but you don't care.
You are creating!
The sheer act of making this object is such joy to you that you run off to dig up sticks and a carrot. You search frantically for rocks. You even take off your scarf and gloves.
And then three round lumps of snow become a humanoid, frozen in perpetual stasis of a child's pure joy.
Stones for eyes and a smile, buttons.
Sticks for arms.
A wonky top hat you found in the garage.
Your gloves on his sticky, spindly arms. Your scarf around his neck (even though he doesn't have one)
And then...
The sun comes out.
The warmth you think "Oh! What joy! Let's go fly a kite and eat ice cream!!"
You run out in happy joy that accompanies a spur of the moment decision like that.
You run and expecting the world at your feet!
You run out. And you see your snowman. You're beautiful snowman...
His stoney eyes are running down his cheeks. His carrot nose has slumped like a limp bean sprout.
His mouth now resembles the insides of something your father bought in from the river last time he went fishing.
Good feeling gone.
The dissapointment! The shame! The frustration! The anger!
The sadness...
Why? Why! Life is so cruel! It has cheated me again!
And these my freinds? These are the epitomy of sadness.
The most upsetting things, that can ever happen to you.
