Rocket Ship In The Frontyard Syndrome
I’ve interrupted myself from some creative writing homework to make this post while it is still fresh in my mind, and I figure this is kind of creative writing so I’m still on topic.
A friend of mine just called me and she was disappointed to hear the luck or excitement in my voice. I was of course happy to hear from her, and the lack of excitement can be explained by something else, which I call “Rocket Ship In The Frontyard Syndrome”.
You see I just recently got my cell phone and I am still getting used to it, so when I do get a call it is to say the least, noteworthy. To top that off the ring or vibrate from the phone always shoots my heart rate up from the surprise especially when I’m dwelling on something else, this sends me into further shock.
So here is my metaphor/analogy (I’m sure it’s one of those just not sure which). I equate getting an phone call to a rocket ship landing in my front yard. Would I be excited, hell yeah! But I would spend the first few minutes in shock, and dumbfounded, after a few minutes pass then I warm back up and my excitement/enthusiasm comes back.
So if you ever talk to me and I don’t sound happy to hear from you (unless I’m actually not happy to hear from you) you can safely blame RSFS (rocket ship frontyard syndrome)