You Remind Me Of Someone...Or Something?
(taken and edited from an April 2004 post)

Ever thought of people in terms of objects? Possibly flirting with the idea about how SIMILIAR they truly are?

We sat surrounded in candlelight at the dining room table in conversation. He spoke to me triumphantly with all his hopes and dreams permeating the room so much that even the dog could sense his attitude. Though the sound never touched my ears and his lips moved steadily to a beat that I couldn't get into; wasn't really my style.

Amazingly all my attention was drawn to a single white candle among numerous red ones. It stood aloof with indifference to its seemingly obvious minority. Being a person who doesn't look twice at the smaller things in life, I found the significance of the candle to be an unknown, annoying mystery.
What the hell was it about a candle that I cared so much for? Perplexing questions glazed my unblinking eyes fixated on the vanilla scented candle.

Why was I not drawn to him?
And why couldn't I smell any cinnamon?

My worries consisted only of that white candle lost in a crimson sea.

He compared easily with those red candles alligned in conformity. They all needed some decoration to hide behind-Some kind of outrageous price or a pretty saucer to lie upon...all in order to augment their featureless existence.

Almost always does one find themselves dissatisfied with the pretty candle that doesn't soak the room with it's scent; wishing they had chosen the underdog and thought twice before making such a frivolous purchase.