Thank Goodness For Lone Paperclips On Conference Tables

Days are filled with happiness, misery, stress, fatigue, and about a million other emotions. Today's post is focused on one of my favorite emotions: irritation. Very little things irritate me (that statement not being entirely true), but today my irritation senses were heightened, allowing me to focus my irritation more toward the curiosity of such irritable attributes. The following is a list of irritating observances I made throughout the day, in no particular order:

• Guys wearing dress shirts, sporting no undershirt beneath, in which the top two buttons are left undone--thus, revealing the young man's scandalous jugular notch. FYI boys: I don't want to see that, it freaks me out a little bit.
• Creaky bed
• Filling old juice/water bottles with water--especially when the bottles have the label ripped off. Don't ask why, it just irritates me.
• Greasy hair
• Loud eating. No explanation needed.
• Lights left on.
• The words "totally" and "awesome" used in the same sentence. Twice as bad coming from an XY chromosomed individual.
• Open mouth gum chewing.
• "supposably"
• The powdery substance on the inside of disposable gloves

However, despite these slight irritations throughout the day I must admit I found something to make all these observance null and void. As I was sitting in my last class of the day, so conveniently located on the seventh floor of the SWKT, I noticed a lone paper clip in the middle of the conference table. At once of course I logged it away in the forefront of my brain as an irritable substance. How dare it sit there for all to see. But then, I looked again. It wasn't some little irritable piece of metal that was intruding on our philosophizing hour. It was a bold object of honor. It ... it was a lone reed. A lone reed standing tall, waving boldly in the corrupt sands of commerce.

And at that moment I couldn't think of anything more noble than that paper clip defying the man, telling paper "keep yourself together." I thought for a minute of picking that paper clip up, pocketing it, and finding another, equally noble, new home for this little paper clip inside my apartment. I thought about it again and realized that would be truly humiliating for this defiant young clip to be relocated in such a manner. It needed to remain where it was inspiring all who entered the Political Science Conference Room.

Who knew school supplies could be so inspiring? Thank you all for your time, may you one day find someone/something that may be just as inspiring.

Until I find a push pin or a staple
-L