Through the Looking-Glass

I made the most heartbreaking discovery on a day just like any other day. Let me introduce Ms. Columbia - observant, calculating, sexy as hell, and always 5 years the wiser. I always wonder how she does it; she turns every head and might as well get a standing ovation after every presentation. It must be the accent. It must be the attitude. Now Ms. Columbia had taken me under her wing since I stepped out of college and started at the company. Anything she said had strong bearing on me then and even so now. Anyway, we had finished lunch and on our drive back to the office, her exact words were "You have just shed your innocence, my friend." Ouch. She was referring to how it had finally dawned upon me that everyone at work was so motive driven. How it had become so painfully lucid to me that people aren't nice. Perhaps this is nothing new to you, maybe even something you have always been proudly aware of. You know how little kids go through that "Why?" stage... it sucks to know why. I must admit, I hate to see why people do the things they do. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a scary movie waiting for something ugly & horrific to pop up at me. Only it's real and I'm among the cast of characters. Sadly, after I fell off this wall, I've never really felt whole again. And oh... I've even come far enough to know that all the king's horses and all the king's men could never put me back together again.