Personal Liberty Rant 8/26: shiny new toys

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I’m coming to find that there are some who handle their relationships like a kid with toys.

All kids love their toys but there is always that one reliable toy they cherish more than others. It may not be the most fun toy. It’s the one they’ve had the longest so it’s dull and beat up with use but for whatever reasons the kid won’t toss it away. At some point the kid gets bored with the toy but will continue to play with it anyway out of habit. Kids do love their security blankets.

Until their parent takes them to the store and the kid spots another toy. It’s shiny and, most importantly, brand new. It’s different. The kid has never seen it before and they get excited. They have to have it. They have to posses this new phenomenon. When they get the new toy, all of a sudden their old toy doesn’t seem so interesting. It’s old, beat-up, and not so fun after all. Besides they’ve played with it thousands of times. Surely it’s not as exciting as the shiny new thing they now possess.  The kid places the old toy on the shelf, leaving it to collect dust while they consume themselves with their new past time. The kid now has something new to play with day and night, neglecting all other toys for this new one. But eventually, the new toy loses its appeal. It’s not so shiny as the kid first thought or maybe the kid has used it so much that it breaks or maybe the kid simply gets bored with it. Once curiosity is satisfied the kid leaves the new toy laying forgotten by the toy box. The kid reaches for the old toy on the shelf, wipes the dust off, and begins to play with the reliable old toy once more…

I’ve been mistaken for a toy. Something I don’t particularly care for nor do I want to be a part of. And if I’m going to be thought a toy I’d rather be the one that never touches the shelf, to be played with by a kid that knows and appreciates the value of their toys.

P.S. Though I will always remain mindful of the wisdom of forgiveness I’ve decided that I’m done with second chances. They seem to benefit others much more than they do me. I think it may be best to only offer second chances to those who are more likely to cherish the opportunity than to gamble with it. I’m also questioning the wisdom of always being there to catch others when they fall. It appears that that act of kindness tends to be repaid with a stab in the heart.

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