CONSTRAINED WRITING CONTEST--From the perspective of an inanimate object.
Congrats to 
Whoever can guess what I am first will win the loot from this post.
- Be sure to upvote this entry so the pot gets bigger
- Feel free to ask for clues, and guess as much as you like. Good guesses may get votes from me and others.
- First person to guess correctly wins the prize! (I power up 50% of my posts, so you'll get the remaining SBD at payout)
And now for the story:
On the upside, I'm never alone. On the downside, I'm pretty much like everyone else at first glance. I don't really stand out--or if I do, it's only momentarily, and hardly worth remembering. The only time I really come into play is when I'm working in tandem with the others either as a compliment, or as a contrast. Some of my associates and I don't get along AT ALL. We tend to avoid each other in certain situations for fear of conflict. Whenever I see them at a certain bar, for instance, I will go to another one entirely, just for the sake of keeping the peace. I really try to measure everything I do so as to avoid discord.
Our owner is a spazz. He's always meandering, and has a difficult time staying on task. That might be due to his hearing loss. But when he does bring us together, it is marvelous. We love him. He makes us feel...whole, I guess, despite our differences. He makes us work together in ways we never would be able to otherwise.
I guess my life is a fulfilling one. I feel like I'm fairly in tune with who I am, which is more than most can say. I can't say I'd rather be anything else.