The Diaper Full of Sh*t

Imagine, for a second, a diaper full of hot, stinking, poop.  For lack of a better description: shit.  The diaper is full of shit.

Imagine that diaper is full of someone's shit.  They take this diaper and throw it in your direction.

Now you have seen most people dodge this diaper when it is thrown at them.  They quickly move out of its way.  They look at it with disgust.  They glance at it after it has fallen to the ground, shaking their heads.  "I'm not touching that shit," they say.

However, when the diaper comes flying your way, you catch it.  Not only do you catch it, but you hold it in your hands, and you look at it...  You start having feelings for that diaper of shit.  You start caring for it.  It now becomes your baby.

So you take your baby (shit) with you everywhere you go.  The smell is so pungent, so you can't ignore it.  Everywhere you go, you are constantly thinking about your baby (even though it's a diaper of shit).

You try to live your life as you normally would, but you keep worrying about your "baby."

You try to go to work, but you can't concentrate because you're always thinking about your baby.  Even though you have tons of paperwork in front of you that needs your attention, you keep thinking about how you need to get back to your baby (the shit).

"I've need to go; I need to go take care of my baby!"

Everyone else looks at you in confusion.  "You mean that diaper full of shit?"

"It's not shit, it's my baby!"

"No.  It's a diaper of shit.  You don't need to care about it."

It's a diaper of shit.  You don't need to care about it.

It's a diaper of shit.  You DON'T need it.

It's shit.  You don't have to take it.

Take no shit!  Most people don't.

(Thank you to my therapist for the allegory.)