Have you ever been called a fly? well, I have. Imagine that? Someone told me I'm a house fly forcing myself to soar with the eagles. With a follow up comment saying "you're pretentious and assuming, how dare you even think you're clean..." and then it just wouldn't stop it kept going saying I'm prideful.. egoistic.. and so much more. My reaction? Nothing.
It thought I was hurt because I'm seeing a reflection of who I am. It even called me a bitch. Explaining that my friends also thinks so too. But that's just it... I wasn't affected about everything that it said. I'm more concerned with how the eagle talks... usually birds squawk... oh right... it did. all of it were one loud squawkadoodledoo...
While I was receiving these angry messages I couldn't help but giggle. It's like a little kid calling someone fat a pig. I could only imagine it's waving fingers widening it's mouth giving room for the tongue to wiggle right in front of me with "na-na-nanana" taunts... yup... a kid...
Oh well.. if it makes you happy, so be it... I just hope it does. Coz right now, the more I read about what happened, the more I ponder on the way that eagle squawked... the more I realized that his eaglessness majesty threw a tantrum at me.
who would ever want to fly with you? well I know myself that flying soooo high could only worsen the length of your fall... so go ahead, soar dear eagle... the sky is yours... I have no intention to be along sides you.
Good Luck!
