Junk Drawer Chronicle

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Junk Drawer Chronicle

This is one of my favorite cartoons.  Not only is it a pretty good gag, if I do say so myself, but I have a fondness for its simplicity. But beyond that I like the way it pretty much encapsulates how I feel about life in general. Isn't that the way we all start out? We are all alone (usually) in a sort of a drawer known as a womb. But it's not long before we begin to be gradually surrounded by one piece of junk after another. Sure, we've moved on from that small drawer to a bigger drawer known as an apartment or a house, or for that matter, the world. And every piece of crap that we acquire ends up seeming so freakin' important to us that we dread losing it or having it stolen from us. In fact, we become so attached that we can't even force ourselves to get rid of the stuff on our own. And pretty soon, what happens? We can't even find the first thing that was in the drawer. That's right, we can't even find ourselves. We're lost, smothered by the very things we yearned for. And this is not just limited to things, but can also include other people, which is an even more difficult and complicated problem. So the next time you go to toss that piece of string or rubber band or almost dead flashlight battery into a drawer, take a moment to think about it. And then go ahead and do it. You never know when you just might need the damn thing.