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Nine staples where three might do. |
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A bowl full of mental illness |
Lately, in my meantime, in my sparetime, I’ve been tearing
down an old chair, pulling out millions of staples, ripping off rotten fabric,
dreaming of the bright, happy new look I will give it. My mom has a small
shop where she has renewed old, stinky couches and dirty easy chairs for years. She
tells me you can know a lot about a person by the way a piece was put
together. Each time we’ve talked lately, I’ve complained - nay, ranted - about
the hundreds of unnecessary staples I had to individually pry out. She says,
yes, that is a person who is…, that is…, I forget the word... I say, obsessive-compulsive? YES! she replies.
Renewal can be a lengthy, arduous process where we must address our own imperfections.
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Stripped, ready for renewal |
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