||[Jul. 31st, 2010|12:46 pm]
I shattered the giraffe.
This is not a euphemism.
Poor giraffe. Is the Mris ok?
Yes, am fine, other housemammals are fine. I just hate breaking stuff.
I do too! It's completely reasonable. I particularly hate that split second in between the moment when you know it's inevitable and there's nothing you can do to stop it and the actual crash. I hate that moment profoundly.
Have you ever had a moment when you've just realised that if you move towards the thing that's falling you stand a chance of breaking its fall, but instinct makes you shy away instead?
I am going to hope that this means only the giraffe was damaged, not you or the guys.
Yah, we are fine, and we have other giraffes. Frustrating, though.
2010-07-31 06:25 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry. I wish it were an euphemism, because then it would at least have a chance of describing something enjoyable....
I dunno -- what my brain thinks "giraffe" should stand for really ought not to be shattered . . . .
Well, along that same track of thinking, I could see the opposite. Considering that the giraffes are mostly associated with a particular housemammal, and "shattered" can be a figurative state as opposed to a literal one, there could be a scenario in which particularly exuberant behaviours lead to that. In a good way.
Edited at 2010-07-31 09:12 pm (UTC)
For me, it falls into the category of "metaphors that sound painful."
See also, why romance sex scenes often make me either cringe or howl with laughter.
I'm sorry about your giraffe!
Well, shit. It's the little things, isn't it?
Also, apparently, the very tall ones.
Maybe consider it your own personal earthquake for the year?
Edited at 2010-08-01 03:37 am (UTC)
Oh, crumbs. Stupid vertigo.