The Thing About Weeds

the weeds in my driveway have magically reappeared. everything else in my yard is weepy and begging for water--slowly fading from brilliant to blah, even getting a little crispy--

not the weeds.

i ripped those babies out by the roots, and the ones i couldn't get a grip on i dug, poked and pried at.

if i had been treated like that, i'd never come back.

but these things are relentless. they show up in brilliant greens, nice and supple, practically singing.

disgusting.

which confirms the thoughts i had when i attempted to murder them in the first place: some things are always around no matter what, and you can generally expect the same things from them.

with weeds it's itchy eyes, nasty bugs and overgrowth. a marred flower bed, driveway or lawn. and the incessant attempts to be rid of them forever.

i've had a few weedy experiences (obviously with weeds themselves) and with --hate to say it -- weedy people and weedy organizations.

the kind that always find a way to bring something ugly to a beautiful situation. the kind that make a mess in everyone's life--(you can tell by the lives they are no longer allowed into). the kind that just give you the eebie jeebies cause you know there's something creepy hiding deep down. the kind that need very little fuel to prosper in their nastiness. the kind that really can't ever be anything else. because, even though they fool you with their sweet little flowers in the beginning, they will undoubtedly wreak havoc eventually, and never truly change.

but the good thing is, people generally see weeds for what they are. they don't drive past your otherwise lovely yard and scoff at the weeds. they just know weeds happen. that they show up out of nowhere and are a huge pain. that some people just have something nasty to say about everyone, that they cause destruction wherever they go. and people don't take them too seriously, because they have to deal with them too.

so here's to never being weedy.

and to avoiding the nasty things as much as possible.