The golf ball theory
This little metaphor came about years ago whilst i was trying to explain to my mate how he expressed anger, he was probably angry at some shit that wasn't really important in the end, but my theory remained.
Some people might be able to relate to this theory and some will no doubt disagree with me about it, who cares? Not me....... Entirely anyways
So let me set the scene, young boy...stole one of Dad's golf balls because i wanted to see what was on the inside...... no tools (didn't know how to use them at most)so I set to work utillizing nothing but the concrete of Mum and Dad's porch to scrape.
Take the golf ball, small unassuming, sometimes white and also available in a wide range of metro colors, it has dimples, it is smooth to the touch and can be pretty fun to play with.
Anyway.....
Take this cute little golf ball and scrape it against concrete
Scrape scape scrape
the plastic begins to wear away, whats beneath it? I need to know!
So scrape scrape scape some more, the calm little shell is now giving away a little of its secrets, rubber, scrape a little more EUREKA! Rubber bands! Gold for a small boy, the most rarest of household commodities for making sling shots peg guns and other eye removing projectile devices.
But caution should have been taken by this little boy as the golf ball as unassuming and cute as it was really didn't want to give away these secrets
Stuff that!...........Scrape scrape scrape!
A glimpse of its insides became an entire section of missing shell......
Scrape scrape scra...... shit.....
The golf ball was pissed! A large crack appeared suddenly and it flicked off its shell with such disregard and exposed all its rubber muscle glory, tense and taught bands had been packed under high tension for many years (Dad didn't play good enough to loose this old veteran) and was now ready to show me what its really made of.
As it approached Mach 1 whilst spewing out all its rubber delight the cast away shell fair plonked me on the head.... it hurt........REALLY hurt!
After the tantrum had finished all over my parents porch, it came to a rest, calm again, what was left was a tiny black smooth calm little ball
Now, if my experience with the high velocity shell wasn't enough to warn me off I don't know what was. However what was inside?
Squeeze Squeeze Squeeze
POP!
In it's final warning a white chemical of some sort came out and onto my hands,it burnt, oh it burnt, chemical style too! Try explaining this one to Mum!
Moral of the story?
Shit I don't know, how about don't make things angry just to see whats on the inside.
And if you do wear protection..... lots of protection
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