Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Rock, Paper, Scissors
Have you ever owned a rock, pet rock, or gem that is not jewelry?
I’ve owned a bunch of rocks, a whole box of them I found in a lake. Pet rocks were a popular fad back in the 1970s, being sold in boxes at the store and people were dumb enough to pay for one. The Pet Rock company started by Gary Dahl made him an instant millionaire, but not without backlash and threats from buyers at him at how they were duped into such a ridiculous scheme.
What is your greatest strength or weakness?
My greatest strength is not caring what anyone says. I’m my own person. My greatest weakness is being able to play sports.
What makes you feel grounded?
Being at home or at least in a place that doesn’t feel like a prison.
Would you rather never be able to eat warm food or never be able to eat cold food?
I would get tired of eating cold food after a while and wouldn’t want to live without a warm meal once in a while.
I was born to ride alone
The lone wolf in the desert
Not a word whispered to a fellow
Slimy moving lizard painted yellow
Beside myself, I wouldn’t ask for help
A social anomaly, the comfort of solitary
Choosing to go it alone, the silent buzzing drone
My horse galloping along for all the nights and days
Charging through Problem City, leaving myself amazed
But I was put on the rocks
Caught in a tough spot
Did not know what to do
Got caught in a sandstorm
Praying to just get through
When I fell out my steed
And got left there in ‘Zona
Sweltering in the heat, thinking it was ova
Like a coyote I cried for help
Miles and miles, just a faint dog yelp
When over the horizon came a charging sight
A man on a horse as dark as the night
He asked me if I was alright
I didn’t give me the satisfaction
But said “Help me out”
And so he did
And I rode along
And now knew the song
The one of a friend
The thing I’d been missing for so long
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Am a Rock.”
Is it easy for you to ask for help when you need it, or do you prefer to rely only on yourself? Why?
This challenge is difficult,
I was not prepared
To see the hours rushing by
And the moments being spared
What to write today, always the same question,
Then the light bulb goes off and it’s time for
A nightly blogging session
To put an idea
Into thought-provoking words
For it involves a little bit of risk
And maybe the minor glimpse of reward
I could have gone with a theme
But it’s too late now
So I’ll keep on pushing my unrestricted ways
Winging it then, winging it now
I now leave you to my old rock collection
gathered in the year 2001
But of course these sediments and clam shells
Are much older than that
Heck, they’re probably much older than anyone