Thursday, August 30, 2007

The World is Jill's Oyster

Jill has always been one to jump up and grab life by the horns. Her parents repeatedly recite that she can do anything as long as she sets her mind to it.

Jill is not the sharpest crayon in the box, however. She’ll complain that whatever she’s doing is harder than nails and avoid doing it at all costs. One day she doesn’t work her butt off at the beauty salon where she’s employed and won’t do a lick of work. As a result, she is kicked to the curb and promptly kicked out of the nest to live on her own. She becomes depressed but quickly learns to take things with a grain of salt.

Jill panics when she finds herself in quite the pickle with no home or job. But her boyfriend Jack comes to the rescue with an “I love you,” and a “will you marry me?” Without a moment’s hesitation, she’s run off into the sunset to live happily ever after with Jack, 2.5 kids, and a dog. Throw in the white picket fence and she’ll be happy as a clam, thinking this love was a match made in heaven. She’s forgetting that money can’t buy happiness.

Jill’s friends are eternal cynics, so when Jill says “Don’t worry, be happy,” they are skeptical. Everything is sex, drugs, and rock and roll in this modern world and the white picket fence has lost its appeal to people like Jill’s friends. Misery loves company, too, and her friends plan to end Jill’s marriage. Since all’s fair in love and war, her friends wickedly end Jill’s relationship with Jack. Jill’s heart breaks into pieces and she feels like a fish out of water for the rest of her life.

The moral of the story: don’t rely too heavily on clich├ęs or your life will become one.

2 comments:

Your Fabulous Singing Mongoose said...
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Your Fabulous Singing Mongoose said...

I guess you can't edit posts...I was going to say, "Nice! I didn't see that coming." Then I thought I should add "As I was reading it, a couple of the cliches made me cringe, but the end reverses their effects" or something like that. Then I proceeded to fail epically at using Blogger's comment system...