The 2-Cent “Difference”

 

Similar dissimilarities. Whether I am a used shirt from a thrift store, or a designer label shirt from an upscale, cornerstone department store, I'm still a shirt --- an article of clothing covering the same basic body parts --- the same, only "different" in the simplest of details.

 

Whether I'm "toilet water" or expensive perfume, I still reeked of skunk before the other ingredients were mixed in. Just as "a spade is a spade," a skunk is a skunk…no matter how you dress me up or "mask" my inherent qualities. As different as you think I am is a mere mirage made to fool myself and the weakest of the surfeit. Beneath it all, there I am…the skunk found dead on the road, harvested for my organs and pelt.

 

In the light or dark of the day, I am still that same skunk inside, only the cosmetics have changed. The difference isn't me…it's the façade I show the world, so desperate to hide the decay and stench inside me. The difference is enough to fool most others into thinking I'm unique and oddly intriguing, like the most fragrant of wildflowers, and yet…five minutes with me when my guard is down and I'm caught unaware, reveals the same sorry skunk I've always been.

 

However, seeing that differences --- as long as they're not "...of opinion" =p --- are definitely preferential to sameness, I'd better go fix myself! My skunk is showing, and no one really wants to know I – their plastic princess – am really just a smelly varmint with a world-class taxidermist and award-winning embalmer, who can animate me with the same skill as any amateur, 7-year-old self-proclaimed cartoonist. 

 

Differences are a dangerous business. Differences allow skunks like me to skunk you without your knowledge…and only some convoluted 3- or 22-step process involving MacGyver-like concoctions will help rid you of the lingering stench and repulsive afflictions I leave behind.

 

Despite our differences making us so unique that we're actually alike, differences can rock…especially when they're in my favor and the balance to collect is mine! I'd have crushed you long ago if I wasn't hoping to reap the benefits of those "differences" yet due me from you!

 

Now, pay up, or I'll make a lemming of you so you can see how different it really is to be the same! =p I think you'll agree, cuz…plus or minus, it's my fictional 2 cents you're rubbing together.

 

 

Logging out, cuz my eyes are springing and bugging! <3 my odiferous scent or I'll skunk your air when you're otherwise occupied! Later, my lemmings!

 

 

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