Once upon a time, someone I know was having a very bad day. In fact, it had been a rotten week, and a rotten month, and come to think of it, when had anything ever really been a good at all?! He couldn’t remember. And so, because holidays can illuminate our prickly branches, and because the opportunity was sitting right there amongst the branches like a shiny wrapped present for the taking, my friend threw the Christmas tree, who for the record, was not being much help, down a flight of stairs.
Throwing the tree, stubborn as it was, didn’t fix anything, in fact, it broke more things, including the fragile ornaments shaped like children’s hearts, but for all of three seconds, my friend was focused on something other than his terrible, horrible, no good, very bad life.
For the rest of the season however, he was secretly known as The Grinch.
What can one say?
CindyLoo Who calls it like she sees it.
She hasn’t learned nuance, yet.
But they are only alike to a point.
In the end, the heart of the Grinch grew.
He was a totally changed Who.
In the case of my tree-tossing friend, he simply hasn't come to the end of himself... yet.