Wednesday, September 15, 2004

The Brown Stuff In Life

Yesterday my classmates and I went to watch The Terminal. It's a quite nice show, but it's one of those normal movies that give you a warm and fuzzy feeling at the end. At the end of the show, we were all in the toilet emptying our bladders and my friend YF suddenly said, "Shit happens." I laughingly agreed and so did everyone else.

It's true anyway, crap happens in everybody's lives and it always happens when you least expect it. Here's a perfect example from an email my friend sent me.


The Coffin

A pretty woman was serving a life sentence in prison. Angry and resentful about her situation, she had decided that she would rather die than to live another year in prison. Over the years she had become good friends with one of the prison caretakers. His job, among others, was to bury those prisoners who died in a graveyard just outside the prison walls. When a prisoner died, the caretaker rang a bell, which was heard by everyone. The caretaker then got the body and put it in a casket. Next, he entered his office to fill out the death certificate before returning to the casket to nail the lid shut. Finally, he put the casket on a wagon to take it to the graveyard and bury it.

Knowing this routine, the woman devised an escape plan and shared it with the caretaker. The next time the bell rang, the woman would leave her cell and sneak into the dark room where the coffins were kept. She would slip into the coffin with the dead body while the caretaker was filling out the death certificate. When the caretaker returned, he
would nail the lid shut and take the coffin outside the prison with the woman in the coffin along with the dead body. He would then bury the coffin.

The woman knew there would be enough air for her to breathe until later in the evening when the caretaker would return to the graveyard under the cover of darkness, dig up the coffin, open it, and set her free. The caretaker was reluctant to go along with this plan, but since he and the woman had become good friends over the years, he agreed to do it.

The woman waited several weeks before someone in the prison died. She was asleep in her cell when she heard the death bell ring. She got up, picked the lock of her cell, and slowly walked down the hallway. She was nearly caught a couple of times. Her heart was beating fast. She opened the door to the darkened room where the coffins were kept. Quietly in the dark, she found the coffin that contained the dead body, carefully climBed">bed into the coffin and pulled the lid shut to wait for the caretaker to come and nail the lid shut.

Soon she heard footsteps and the pounding of the hammer and nails. Even though she was very uncomfortable in the coffin with the dead body, she knew that with each nail she was one step closer to freedom. The coffin was lifted onto the wagon and taken outside to the graveyard. She could feel the coffin being lowered into the ground. She didn't make a sound as the coffin hit the bottom of the grave with a thud. Finally she heard the dirt dropping onto the top of the wooden coffin, and she knew that it was only a matter of time until she would be free at last. After several minutes of absolute silence, she began to laugh. She was free! She was free! Feeling curious, she decided to light a match to find out the identity of the dead prisoner beside her. To her horror, she discovered that she was lying next to the dead caretaker.....

Many people believe they have life all figured out. And then shit happens.


The last sentence was added by me to emphasise my point. You can’t be prepared for it, and there's pretty much nothing you can do to prevent these brown and smelly happenings from taking place. Sometimes you're ready for shit and then mega-shit drops on you while you're still asleep.

So what do you do next if that happens?

Some choose to wallow around in self-pity and complain about how much shit they're in. They swim round and round, deeper and deeper, but they never do anything about it. Until one day, they drown. Others just get up, brush themselves off, and move on.

Setbacks in life happen to everyone but the key is in they way you handle it.

It's alright to complain and be down when it happens but after a while you've get up and move on. Life will move on with or without you, whether you like it or not. Incidentally the word retard means to slow down or hold back, so letting setbacks hold you back and define the rest of your life means that you're making yourself retarded.

So when shit happens, do you move on, or do you stay there and get retarded?

2 Comments:

Blogger sari said...

Manz, I enjoyed reading this post!! Hahahaha I Love the story a lot and wished you could tell me what happened to the lady.. like how she screamed and banged the coffin lid... hehehehe~ and I do agreed with what you said. Shit happens~ and its just part and parcel of life.. always be happy for yr own sake =)

2:16 AM  
Blogger Zen|th said...

The story came in an email and the story ended there, so I don't know what happened next. I guess she just waited and later died when there was no oxygen left.

And you're right, you've gotta be happy for your own sake. =)

9:59 AM  

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