i should make up some strange concept about doing the dishes.
perhaps it's like... cleaning the people you have used.
because you use them all the time.
wouldn't they get dirty after a while?
lose their sense of usefulness?
maybe the dishwasher is feeling that way.
do you ever clean your dishwasher?
or do you assume that it cleans itself?
just because it washes dishes,
doesn't mean that it is clean on the inside.
just because someone looks happy,
making others feel better,
doesn't mean that they are happy and better themselves.
if you spend your whole life trying to help people,
who's going to help you?
when will it be that you have to be helped.
but i guess you'll have all the people you've helped to back you up.
won't you?
and about those dishes.
they can never find their way home again.
there is no possible way,
to get back to the way they were,
before you got them out and used them.
they probably have to sit in a pit of darkness,
called a kitchen sink,
for a very long time before you actually pay attention to them again.
it may be a silly reference, but have you ever thought about it?
personally, i hate doing the dishes.
maybe now that i've written this,
it won't be half bad.
all of the dirty dishes just went to rehab.
now they're clean.
and their house is empty,
so i have to put them back in their place.
hmm, sounds like a grand idea.
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