It's a rough road, getting what you want

When I was in court the other day I had the worst mosquito bite right on the bottom of my left foot. The little bugger had taken it upon himself to bite me right on the arch of my left foot where it turns into the heel. Walking constantly rubbed the bite just enough to make it really itch without actually itching it. Sitting in court I was hardly in a position to kick my shoe off and itch my feet. I think the gentlemen in orange might have taken offense.

This itch was killing me ... it was all I could think about and I had this really pained look on my face, somewhere between a frown and a deep look of concentration. One of the individuals being arraigned caught sight of the look on my face and he must have taken it the wrong way; he seemed to think it was directed at him because he kept on glancing at me sheepishly. Or maybe it was wolfishly. Funny how easily the two are to muddle up.

Now there is nothing on Godís green Earth I wouldnít have loved to do more than itch that bug bite on my foot. I had plenty of other bites Ė the consequence of a weekend spent outdoors Ė but the thing was, none of them seemed to itch nearly as bad as the one on my foot ... the one I couldnít get to. Itching, itching, itching. It was like standing in line for the porta potty at a water park. The line is long, thereís rushing water flowing all around, and you just finished a gallon-sized Pepsi.

As I tried to telepathically convey to the man in orange that I really just had an itch I couldnít scratch, I promise I am not judging him, I couldnít help but reflect on many of the things in life that are just like that mosquito bite on my left sole. It only itches so much because I canít get to it, but I know in the very bottom of my soul once I do get to itch it, it will itch all the more for me having done it. So many things in life seem to be like that, we only want it because we canít get it, and once we have it, well, we find out we donít really want it. It had to be even worse for the guy who was getting arraigned though. He had wanted something so bad he had taken it. Once he got it, however, the cops came and took it from him ... along with his ability to wave with one hand.

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