Sunday, January 31, 2010

Whack-A-Mole

That is what it feels like I am playing, the only problem is that the game never runs out of time and the moles are real people who just don't go away.

For instance, my father (aka sperm donor) took my mom to court... again... to do the same thing he has tried to do before. Pops up like a whack-a-mole. Then he sends an email to my mom after things didn't go his way (yet again)... popping up... whack-a-mole.

A is like my own personal whack-a-mole at times, the minute I start to move on, he senses it and pops up...whack-a-mole. Unfortunatley the little mechanisim that makes him duck his head back into the hole when the little rubber mallet is headed his way is broken so he sticks around for a while everytime... and it's hard to beat him with a rubber mallet so I usually just let him do his thing... that mechanism will kick in eventually. It has too, that's the whack-a-mole game.

My friend LW has a whack-a-mole, much like A. Except she forgets the object of the game everytime he pops his head out of the hole. Sometimes I think it might be good for her if I hit her in the head with my rubber mallet, but then I remember it wasn't long ago that I forgot how to play the game everytime A popped his head up.

My point is; if you think hard enough, you know someone who is a mole. Someone you just want to beat on the head with a rubber mallet until they go away... EVERYTIME you see them.

Somedays I wish I could run out of quarters.

- Stiletto

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