Sigmung had just one job.
But he failed miserably!
"Wuahhh.... it's everywheeeere..."
It's already been several weeks since I last posted some #GooglyEyes of my own, so this one is more than overdue! I went out for a little exploring again last weekend, crossing bridges, passing grimy street-lights, taking unexpected turns and finding hidden corners along the way.
I ended up at a particularly nice spot by the river in the industrial outskirts of town where I sat down to enjoy the wonderful autumn sun for a while. As I sat there, I suddenly heard faint angsty mumbling coming from behind me...
"ahmagerd... whattamagonnadooooo..."
I didn't notice him right away, but there he was, patching a hole in a defunct old light fixture, helplessly exposed to the elements he was trying to keep out. I carefully approached him to asked what was going on...
"Water! Water everywhere... over there, down there, EVERYWHERE!"
"On some days it even comes from up there... it's E-V-E-R-Y-where..."
I think Sigmund is suffering from a severe case of Aquaphobia. It probably goes way back to his early childhood when he was continuously told stories about the severe damages water can do. How dangerous even a little drop can be, that it might even start a fire when it gets into the wrong place... you know, all that jazz.
And then, he was just left out here, sloppily smudged over this hole and expected to stand against the harsh reality he would have to face. He sure tried his best, but he must have lost his sanity a long time ago, all alone by himself, fighting the elements, year after year, day in, day out.
"Water everywhere... I can't take it anymore!"
I tried to calm him down, I explained that his job was no longer important. The light he was supposed to keep sealed hasn't been working in years, the damage was already done, nobody cared if any more water got in. I told him that he should relax and enjoy the view, the magnificently blue sky and the warm October sun. But Sigmund had already stopped listening to me, his elementary angst was just too strong.
"Water everywhere... I can't take it anymore!"
I left him there, hoping he'll find his peace eventually. At least I'm sure his eyes must have probably fallen off by now. They didn't stick well to this silicone gunk to begin with and maybe not seeing all that water around him will help to take his mind of the fear that's in control of him.
And so, the moral of this story is manifold. Don't let your fears stop you from doing what everybody told you not to do. Accept failure when it happens. You can't change the past and the elements are unstoppable anyways.
Stay curious, breathe deep and never stop exploring!
everything is better with #GooglyEyes
even those monsters hiding under your bed
fraenk loves you!
