2000-11-02 00:16:56工作狂
Fighting with Mr. Shadow
I am so tired fighting with Mr. Shadow everyday.
I never won a single battle. Mr. Shadow is much more stronger than I am. Sometimes, he is resting on the wall, and sometimes he is playing on the window, and sometimes he lies on my very own bed. I really don’t like that.
To solve this problem, I would slip near him slowly and quietly and then use all my strength to give him a deadly punch in the head. But always in vain, it never works. Mr. Shadow would turn his head back and look at me with a smile on his face.
There is nothing happen to him. He is too strong and that kind of power is beyond my imagination. My hands feel Mr. Shadow’s power for sure, it would bleed all over and pumped up like five hotdogs attach on a big red apple. Sometimes they even have the wound cut by broken glasses. Mr. Shadow is a very dangerous man.
My doctor showed me his own Mr. Shadow and tried to convince me that it will not do any harm.
“See! Everyone has his own Mr. Shadow.” he turned on the spot light and say so.
“Say hi to my patient, Mr. Shadow ” I saw his Mr. Shadow wave his hand to me.
But I know it is different. My Mr. Shadow is stealing my life away, slowly but constantly. Everytime when I reach my hand to the cup, Mr. Shadow reaches his hand; when I drink, he drinks; when I type, he types. Mr. Shadow is imitating whatever I do, and further more, he is trying to replace me.
One night I decided to get rid of this once and for all. I fought with Mr. Shadow all night until dawn. Everything in the house was ruined. There was blood everywhere. Bullshit was so afraid that she hid herself under the sofa. I was totally exhausted but Mr. Shadow is still there, laughing at me.
I was so depressed. I stood on the balcony of the 12th floor and was ready to finish myself before Mr. Shadow gets me. But something wonderful happened. I saw the morning sun so beautiful so glorious shining on the moutain-side. Mr. Shadow was deformed.
Suddenly, I realized that how stupid I was all these days, fighting battles which I don’t have to. And I knew then how to go on with my life. Just looking forward to the bright shiny sunlight and stop looking backward to the dark side, Mr. Shadow will be nothing but nothing at all in the rest of my life.
I never won a single battle. Mr. Shadow is much more stronger than I am. Sometimes, he is resting on the wall, and sometimes he is playing on the window, and sometimes he lies on my very own bed. I really don’t like that.
To solve this problem, I would slip near him slowly and quietly and then use all my strength to give him a deadly punch in the head. But always in vain, it never works. Mr. Shadow would turn his head back and look at me with a smile on his face.
There is nothing happen to him. He is too strong and that kind of power is beyond my imagination. My hands feel Mr. Shadow’s power for sure, it would bleed all over and pumped up like five hotdogs attach on a big red apple. Sometimes they even have the wound cut by broken glasses. Mr. Shadow is a very dangerous man.
My doctor showed me his own Mr. Shadow and tried to convince me that it will not do any harm.
“See! Everyone has his own Mr. Shadow.” he turned on the spot light and say so.
“Say hi to my patient, Mr. Shadow ” I saw his Mr. Shadow wave his hand to me.
But I know it is different. My Mr. Shadow is stealing my life away, slowly but constantly. Everytime when I reach my hand to the cup, Mr. Shadow reaches his hand; when I drink, he drinks; when I type, he types. Mr. Shadow is imitating whatever I do, and further more, he is trying to replace me.
One night I decided to get rid of this once and for all. I fought with Mr. Shadow all night until dawn. Everything in the house was ruined. There was blood everywhere. Bullshit was so afraid that she hid herself under the sofa. I was totally exhausted but Mr. Shadow is still there, laughing at me.
I was so depressed. I stood on the balcony of the 12th floor and was ready to finish myself before Mr. Shadow gets me. But something wonderful happened. I saw the morning sun so beautiful so glorious shining on the moutain-side. Mr. Shadow was deformed.
Suddenly, I realized that how stupid I was all these days, fighting battles which I don’t have to. And I knew then how to go on with my life. Just looking forward to the bright shiny sunlight and stop looking backward to the dark side, Mr. Shadow will be nothing but nothing at all in the rest of my life.