Thursday, February 16, 2012

Plastic priorities

I used to own a garlic press that was made of plastic.  Why I owned a garlic press made of plastic, I do not remember; it might have been given to me, or perhaps plastic garlic presses happened to be featured at the store at the time I needed a garlic press.

However it came to be, I owned a plastic garlic press.

Over time, I noticed that the plastic tended to retain the smell of garlic.  This drove me nuts.  I would scrub it, I would soak it, I would use extra dish detergent on it, and still it would smell like garlic.  No matter how clean I got the danged thing, it still smelled like garlic.

One day it occurred to me to ask:  What am I doing?

This is a garlic press.

I use it to press garlic.

I use it only to press garlic.

No other food will come in contact with this garlic press.

So what difference does it make if it retains a faint scent of garlic?

And I found better things to do with my time than attempt to get a garlic press to stop smelling like garlic.

Years down the road, when I needed a new garlic press, I bought one made of stainless steel.

It does not smell like garlic.

Friday, February 10, 2012

I do not apologize

I do not apologize
     for never learning to
     keep my mouth shut.

I do not apologize
     for being.

I do not apologize
     for preferring integrity
     over loyalty.

I do not apologize
     for seeing.

I do not apologize
     for failing to play along.

I do not apologize
     for failing to keep cover.

I do not apologize
     for never fully believing
     that I am the problem.

I do not apologize
     for questioning and examining
     and challenging and seeking
     and speaking what I find.

I do not apologize
     for trusting my perception:

Something is wrong.

I do not apologize
     for having a voice.

I do not apologize
     for becoming