Some See Worn and Ugly Instead of the True Beauty

People assume sometimes just from looking at trash on the street that it is broken, tore, stained, or just plain used up. If it were any good, then certainly it wouldn't have been tossed out on the street. Who would throw away something good? Why would they do that? Are they crazy in there? They got it like that? "We are so wealthy and wasteful, that we do not need this chair anymore - darling lets hurl this out on the street and go buy a new one!"

But the fact is they aren't crazy. Sometimes the same old chair gets boring to look at even if it does serve its purpose to the best of its abilities. In fact, it is in all honesty too good to be in that house and under their ass. Day after day that chair sits there waiting for an ungrateful ass to come along and flop on it. Farting, stinking it up, spilling drinks all over it just to flip the cushion over and fuck up the other side. But the chair sits still soaking up all the bad behavior from assholes. Sure it may have no choice, but that doesn't take away from the faithful duty it served. Then when the ass gets a little too big for its britches, it decides that the chair isn't good enough, too old, a little lumpy in some areas...basically it just looks busted up and it also stinks from ass abuse.

Haul out the old, busted smelly chair and bring in the new tighter cushioned, scotch guard coated so that fluids cannot penetrate chair. It's pretty, it's more in style, and everyone raves about how much better it looks in the house....and comments on how ugly and smelly the last one was. Where is that piece of shit anyway?

The worn thin chair tossed out onto the street sat there for a while alone. Thrown out because of the wear and tear it has suffered, thrown out for looking the part of very thing it was doing to please the ass. It was once a pretty nice chair, pleasing to the eye. Had it a coat of scotch guard itself, but there is only so much a barrier can hold. It took hit after hit, spill after spill, cigarette burn after cigarette burn, from the very ass that decided it suddenly wasn't good enough or pretty enough to take the abuse it had to shit out anymore. Finally the ass couldn't bear to sit on what it had made all by itself; it couldn't sit in its own shit. Instead of fixing up the chair and then changing its shitty ways, the ass didn't even consider its own shitty mess worth the effort.

It didn't sit on the street for long. A few cars passed by and paid it no mind. One car, though, decided it was worth a second look. Upon pulling up to it, he saw all the wears and tears...but looked past all of them to still see a pretty nice worthy chair. Looking it over at his house, he couldn't figure out why it was thrown out. Sure it had shit stains, burn holes, and smelled of years of careless abuse. But all it needed was the very thing that it itself had given which almost destroyed it...time, unconditional care, attention, and the love of someone who wanted to see it at its best.

Such an ungrateful waste, he thought. So he worked for days cleaning it, sewing it, and putting little added details just to make it special. He brought it back to life. This once worn out, abused and shit on chair was now the most alive piece of furniture in the house. It was also a renewed hope for some when the story was told of the resurrected chair. To see something so beautiful now after hearing of what it once looked like proved to these souls that their beaten beauty can be unearthed with love as well. Now this chair sits in peace and honor. The ass that now owned it didn't sit on it, it sat with it.