Too young to die...
There is so much death in this world, especially lately, and now I have to start mourning the soon-to-be death of a close friend: my stick of deodorant.
This morning the red circles of plastic beneath the blue stick of deodorant have finally become visible, a sure sign that the end is nigh. My deodorant and I have been close for the last couple of months and only now do I realize that my selfish need to supress my natural odor is going to be the cause of his passing. His friendship was unfailing and unquestioned. No matter what kind of day I had he could always make me feel fragrant.
This isn't the first stick of deodorant I've lost. It never is easy to say goodbye no matter how many times you do it. Like a dog who is in miserable pain and snaps at the hand that is only trying to comfort it, soon the plastic rim of the casing holding my deodorant will scrape my armpits, and that will truely be the end. As hard as it is to put a stick out of it's misery it is still the right thing to do.
Deo CVIII, you will be missed.
This morning the red circles of plastic beneath the blue stick of deodorant have finally become visible, a sure sign that the end is nigh. My deodorant and I have been close for the last couple of months and only now do I realize that my selfish need to supress my natural odor is going to be the cause of his passing. His friendship was unfailing and unquestioned. No matter what kind of day I had he could always make me feel fragrant.
This isn't the first stick of deodorant I've lost. It never is easy to say goodbye no matter how many times you do it. Like a dog who is in miserable pain and snaps at the hand that is only trying to comfort it, soon the plastic rim of the casing holding my deodorant will scrape my armpits, and that will truely be the end. As hard as it is to put a stick out of it's misery it is still the right thing to do.
Deo CVIII, you will be missed.