I was never much of a circus fan. Maybe because
I never saw a well done one.Occasionally the random
traveling circus would stop in our hometown when
I was a child. Trust me the urge to run away and join
them did not enter my mind.
While I never wanted to run away and join them,
it seems that the circus of life is more that ready to
set up three rings right in my house.
Ring 1: Obligations that are ever present and sometimes
difficult to meet are strutting their stuff like the elephants
going round and round hanging on to each others tails,
circling and circling and never getting anywhere.
Ring2: Here we find the never ending sets of problems
to be worked out like how to fit 15 clowns into a
Volkswagen. We try and try only to find out that 15
clowns DON'T fit into a VW after all.
Ring 3: This is the ring with all the oohs and aaah's.
Acrobats being hurled through air, tigers jumping
through hoops of fire, swords being swallowed, knives
being thrown, who knows maybe goldfish are being
eaten.
See why I don't like the circus? Too much drama,
I don't want to solve big problems right now, and
I am not interested in death defying acts, heck I
don't even want to see the elephants.
If it's okay I want my popcorn and drink and take
it to a quiet place with no confusion. I might read,
listen to my ipod, crunch my corn, sip my drink,
but no drama or excitement please.
Is that so wrong?
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Well, maybe you never thought about joining the circus. You have to admit, however, that the urge to run away with the Homecoming Carneys entered your mind more than once. Come on, be honest.
ReplyDeleteI've been found out at last. So you saw me keeping an eagle eye on the ferris wheel operator huh? Hehe.
ReplyDeleteRemember when they used to come to the pool to use the showers?? Ick.