Lame Blog

Some days I feel like a cheap prize at a carnival. You post about it on social media, bragging about the prize you won. But the second the novelty of the stuffed animal has worn off, it’s forgotten; collecting dust on a shelf somewhere. When it’s remembered, it's told as a victory story, a memory from the past. Regarded with fondness but never moved off the shelf. It sits, slowly falling apart and no one notices. You will never truly care for the toy as you see it as cheap, a dollar-store toy. It falls apart easily. Taking the time to mend it back together is too much of a chore. So when it loses parts or rips a seem, it’s the end of the world. A major inconvenience to you to even have to think about the toy's condition. I often worry that one day my time will come, and I will be thrown away with the rest of the clutter. No longer regarded as a fond memory but forgotten. Every year the reminder of when you got the old toy pops up on your Facebook. You repost it, taking the time to brag once a year about the prize you had won over someone you hated. A nah nah nah boo boo, I got something you wanted. But it will never be anything more than that. Until someone comes along and picks up the forgotten toy. They see the potential you never did. They don’t see the toy as broken or not worthy of fixing. They see the worth the toy doesn’t even see. So they take the time to mend the loose parts back together. They are patient as the toy falls apart again and again. They don’t get angry that they need to mend the toy. As time goes on the toy doesn’t break as much. The toy no longer sits on the shelf. No longer forgotten nor held as a fond memory. But is held in fondness. The toy was never cheap or an inconvenience. It was a matter of perspective.