Change Up
Life is like a wiffleball. Sometimes it looks like it's flying right at your head, and you think it's gonna hit you between the eyes, so you duck, but then it curves like 5 feet the other way and you just look silly. And you're like, "Why did I worry about it in the first place? It's only a wiffleball." You have no idea where it's going, but you have to make a decision to swing or not anyway. I'm not sure where I'm going with this, so I'll just stop here. Ironic I guess :-)
2 Comments:
At 2/08/2006 12:39 PM , jo portnoy said...
I ducked when a plane flew over me once.
At 2/08/2006 6:29 PM , Chandster said...
When I'm parking in a spot and go under low hanging braches that brush against my car I always duck. I know that they are hitting the car and I am not being hit in the head by a bunch of branches but I always duck. I can't help it.
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