Sometimes you find objects that symbolize or relate to you. For me, it was my broken door lock. It wasn't the lock itself, just the part of the whole door-knob-contraption-thing that keeps the door shut after closing it. For years it has been bothering me that when I slam my door shut, it would just pop back open with a smile on its face knowing that I had, yet again, been defeated. It doesn't help when my floor is at such an angle that will actually allow the door to gracefully open again after I try to forcefully shut it. The other day I decided to finally something about it! Finally! I had thought, Years of subconscious suffering will be finally extracted from the environment in which I live and breathe in. Turns out that I did triple the amount of work I was supposed to do by opening up 8 extra screws that are completely irrelevant and are there for the sole purpose of frustrating a person. The screws then decided to join together and try to confuse me by each screwing in a different direction. Eventually I got open the box hidden inside of my door frame that was indeed the culprit of my frustration for so many years. I opened it up and worked for a while figuring out its evil ways. Turns out it was one little t-shaped piece that had slid off of the track and needed to be placed back on. Well this little demon didn't want to cooperate so I even wasted more time trying to figure it out. When I finished, knob back on and screwed tight, I shut the door and it clicked shut with a satisfied sound. I then tried to open the door to share my brilliance with the rest of the house; of course I had to have done something wrong, right? I reach for the door knob and try to turn it, again and again, it was locked shut. I was stuck, panicking, I redid everything that had taken me so long to do in an equal amount of time (minus the 8 screws) and got the knob to turn with great difficulty. I then sat at my desk for a moments rest when someone came barging through my door, turning the knob so fiercely that the piece slid off of the track and again, it was broken. Now I happen to fix this lock three times daily, at min. Today was different though. I was more of a mess because of a missing item after a long vacation and was at the point of breaking down when someone came to help. This had never happened before. Someone actually sat down next to me, took the screw drivers out of my hand, and then got as frustrated as I did the first time I tried to figure out the mechanics from the lock from hell. This is where the while symbolism comes into play. The lock is broken can mean that things get rough, people get stupid, feelings get hurt. The lock is fixed means things are resolved. After a few moments of happyness, the lock breaks again and the world is once more in ruins but it always helps when you have a friend along side you just as mad as you are at the stupid lock.
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