Ch-Ch-Changes
Note:
Apologies to David Bowie.
And the creators of 'Dead Like Me'.
The actors, too.
I swear I don't own any of the characters or rights. I have no money. Please don't sue.
Forrest Gump was wrong; life isn't like a box of chocolates.
The idea behind the metaphor is that there are so many different candies inside of the box that you never know what you could end up with; it could be caramel, or chocolate, or even one of those weird ones with the almonds inside of them. But this would be in an ideal world where all chocolates are equal; chances are the first one you'll bite into is one of those annoying pink cream-filled ones and you'll end up tossing out half the box anyways.
Life isn't like a box of chocolates. It's not nearly as sweet.
No, life is more like – more like –
- a Rubik's cube.
You know, one of those weird puzzle boxes that you get when you're a kid – you take it out for the first time and its all nicely aligned and arranged, and all the pretty colours are organized into their neat little sides. A place for everything and everything in its place; nothing is where it shouldn't be. It's perfect.
But only until some asshole takes it from you and decides they should show you how you really use it. A few turns, and everything gets fucked up. The arrangement changes, colours are suddenly where they shouldn't be – red is mixed with blue and yellow and white and green and orange, and nothing is the same anymore. For the first little while you try so hard to get it back to the way it began, trying to get a solid wall of colour back, but you just can't get it together again. There's always something in the way.
Eventually, you just give up and toss it away, kind of deal with the fact you'll never solve it.
I guess this is kind of a way of saying: 'Life changes in the blink of an eye. Get the fuck used to it.'
Of course, that was easy to say before I was turned into the equivalent of a meat pie on a Seattle sidewalk because of a zero-g toilet seat that fell when Mir de-orbited, but chances are if you're reading this, you already knew that.
I'm not fucking bitter, by the way. I'm just, you know, observing. And shit. Daisy says I'm bitter. I'm not, and I'll chew out her eyeballs next time she says it.
Anyways, the point is that things change, and most of the time you won't expect it. If you keep opposing the change, fighting it, eventually it'll fight back – sometimes, resistance really is futile.