I’ve heard so many references, both in comedy and drama, about not walking “towards the light”, but I’ve also been told over and over not to goof around with the stereo buttons, and when I do it’s always very rewarding.
I know, technically, I’m not yet walking, but I figured the principal would apply whether it was fool on walking or even a more general “going”. It’s like the whole running with scissors commandment that applies to me even though I’m only crawling. Do you think they’d let me wiggle across the floor with scissors? Afraid not, though I’ve heard good things about that too.
So when the white blinding light shone through the office door I began myself a most insidious plot. I waited until no one (but my trusty photographer) was looking and made my antsy move. My crawl speed has really picked up over the past months, so getting under way was easy. It wasn’t until I approached the light that all my planning was laid to waste.
So there I was, quite near to my goal by all accounts when the force field that protects the office stopped me in my tracks. Now that about the most exasperating plan thwart in the history of thwarting plans. Trying to move ahead but finding an invisible barricade in my way was unexpected. How cunning my opposition clearly was. I would have to go to plan B.
Plan B of course called for me to bang on the window and slap it with my open hand. Regrettably, no dice.
What could be so bad about the light? So infamous, so pretty, so tantalizing. Once again I’m bound by the rules of a conventions I may never understand. I obey all the laws I know, including gravity which I really don’t know all that well. This one I’ve never even seen in writing, yet it binds me.
Maybe I will have to resort to just buying some of the light off the internet. I’m sure I can find it there and have it shipped overnight.