Okay, so I lied

I really did plan to update Tuesday, but stuff intervened.

I’ve been feeling really down lately, for a lot of reasons, many of which I can do nothing about. Again I quote from Emil Dorian’s diary:

The fatigue I’ve gathered year after year and stored inside now heaves a muted cry of helplessness. Nothing but fatigue, rounding my shoulders, heavier than ever on this late autumn day with a useless sun, a world of unforgiving disasters. So many struggles and tragedies, so much sorrow and egotism in this dark, in this rotting century of hate.

This too shall pass, however.

Years ago I read a young adult novel called Swallowing Stones. The novel was okay, nothing special, but contained a really awesome metaphor: the protagonist had been a lifeguard at a swimming pond one summer, and there was a girl who was diving for stones in the pond, putting them in her mouth so she could use both arms to swim. And she wound up choking on a stone and dying. The protagonist had to bring her body up to the surface. He later wondered: Why didn’t she just swallow the stone? It would have hurt but she would have lived.

I’ve had a lot of stones to swallow lately. I’m trying to stop them getting bigger and choking me.

*wanders off to take a nap or something*

6 thoughts on “Okay, so I lied

  1. Peter Henderson May 17, 2012 / 5:15 pm


    Stones, like all metaphors, can translate into may things; many different feelings.

    The stones which way us down, can on another occasion be the stepping stones that let us safely cross a wilderness stream. At the very least, be stones that pave the path to truth.

    Yesterday I saw a documentary about teen sex trafficking in New England. To be more specific, the sex trafficking of US teens in my home state, Connecticut.

    It’s a case I know well. It’s a unbelievably horrible case, so horrible the police investigators at first felt it must be untrue. Its far more horrible then this factual account the Investigative Discovery channel revealed.It may relate to a missing New England teen you have on Charley, maybe not.

    Stones, sometimes they feel like we can’t help but let them pull use down. But sometimes they become a source for a investigator to keep looking for answers.

    An sometimes those stones reveal something else, a highly intelligent woman; with a pure heart.


  2. The Abominable Dr Phibes May 17, 2012 / 8:56 pm

    “And the hippos were boiled in their tanks.”

  3. Saffy May 17, 2012 / 8:58 pm

    that stone story is an interesting metaphor. She could have held the stone in one hand and still been able to swim. In other words, we often make things worse or heavier on ourselves or burdensome.

    • Meaghan May 17, 2012 / 10:24 pm

      I’m thinking probably the author came up with the metaphor first and needed a story to fit it — which is why it comes out a little bit forced. I can’t imagine wanting a stone bad enough to pluck it out of icky pond mud and put it in my mouth, unless it was like, a diamond or something.

    • Princess Shantae May 18, 2012 / 9:11 pm

      Or stuck them in her bathing suit.

      • Saffy May 18, 2012 / 9:18 pm

        exactly….there’s always another way.

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