I remember sometime when I was younger, probably around seven or eight (probably eight, that was a really bad year in my life) I was at my older sister's house. She had a mouse problem so she went and bought a pack of sticky paper and let my nephew and I amuse ourselves by putting it all over the house. It's only thinking now that she was probably being too lazy to do it herself and that you really shouldn't let children play with sitcky paper. But anyways, we hid the sticky paper and the next morning I found to my horror that one piece I had put down caught a whole family of mice. I found them when I woke the next morning before anyone else, attached to the sheet I had so meticously placed under the sink. When I saw them I was terrified, because I really don't think I understood the concept of what sticky paper really was until then. And what I saw was absolutely horrid. They wre struggling and still alive, a bigger one toward the front, and two smaller ones at the back. And as I always did I made up a story to them, even in those few moments when I was absolutly mortified. I decided the bigger one was a mother and she had gotten stuck and had yelled to her kids to stay away, but they wanted to rescue their Mommy and gotten stuck themselves in the process. Have you ever seen mices tuck to sticky paper, cute little grey mice, squeaking as they cling on for dear life. They are so desperate and yet they know there is nothing they can do. That day I started crying and screaming too, when Leslie woke up, annoyed, she saw the paper, picked it up and threw the family in the trash can outside like it was no big deal at all. I think I spent the rest of the day crying and asking forgiveness for murdering that poor little mouse family
A lot of times I think stress is a lot like sticky paper. You're just walking along and then suddenly your foot is stuck to it, and you can't move, you just pull and pull and pull and nothign happens. And then sometimes it gets rose, sometimes you fall over and something your whole body is stuck. And you're just there, stuck in your stress, and sobbing, trying in anyway possible to get off and out, but you can't. And what makes it worse or that people come and look at you, they laugh and point. And worst of all is when they say, 'You can pick yourself up, God, why don't you just do it?' But you can't, and that only makes your struggling harder.
I'm not particulary stressed today, I've been stresed today, but I handled it pretty well, well better than most days. But really, I do feel like sometiems when I'm caught in these stressful times it's liek getting caught on sticky paper.
Fin.
-Keshia
*I am so sore from Running Man yesterday, you can't even imagine*
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