Anyone familiar with this bench shares the same time slot in life as me. We are the birds of a feather, we have the same point of reference, and understand that the section eight Klinger wanted is just to the left of the group W bench.
Each of us, at some time in our life has sat on the bench. Even though the events leading up to it may be quite different, the end result was the same. There was some disconnect between us and society. Some event or occurrence so incredibly stupid that we took a step back and said, "I'm not playing. This is just wrong."
Maybe it was something within your immediate family, or possibly your church, or local government. Whatever it was, no matter how trivial, it was enough to motivate you to civil disobedience.
"Yes Sir, Officer Opie, I put that envelope under that garbage."
I understand that your situation may be a tad more severe than littering, but the disconnect is the same. You against them.
Now, paint that same scenario onto the same canvas, but alter the background. Instead of your school, church, or government, make it the entire solar system. Suddenly there are no paint brushes so fine as to draw us into the picture.
Nothing around us has any significance whatsoever. We do not even show up as an errant splatter of paint. So, what's the point to all this, you ask...
It all boils down to this. Yes, this blog. You there reading what I just moments ago wrote. This blog has become our Group W Bench. We sit here on the sidelines watching the game, knowing no one is ever going to win. Still we watch, we comment, huddled under our blankets, sipping our hot chocolate, unafraid to occasionally stand up and yell.
"Leave my elevator alone!"
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