A friend sent me this in a mass email recently. I read it and felt the need to share it with you. Read it, won’t you?
TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT. DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN
ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE
IN THE FACE.
THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT
SAYING ANYTHING, WROTE IN THE SAND:
“TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.”
THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,
WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH. THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING, BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.
AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM ALMOST DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE:
‘TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE ‘.
THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND
ASKED HIM, ‘AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE. WHY?’
THE FRIEND REPLIED, ‘WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US, WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY. BUT WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US OR TO US, WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE
WHERE NO WIND CAN EVER ERASE IT.’
THE MORAL OF THIS STORY?? LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN
THE SAND AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.
Then tell me what the fuck two grown men are doing walking along in the desert, bitch slapping each other and writing graffiti all over the damn place. Then they decide to take a bath together in something in an arid desert called “a mire”????
Well, mire rhymes with fire, which generates heat, which rhymes with feet which you must you to help drive your car which is probably a Chevrolet and that rhymes rhymes with gay and in my current emotionally stingy and unavailable mood, is the only fitting adjective of which I can think.