Ikebana Fails Me

Sometimes, you get a few flowers from the dumpster. When they’re in the dumpster, they look in really good shape. When you bring them back and stick them in a vase on your desk, you’re suddenly confronted with their imperfections and every broken petal or droopy blossom takes on magnified importance. And you sort of almost wish you hadn’t found the flowers in the dumpster at all.

Seems like this oughta be a good life lesson, but I think it’s only applicable to taking flowers from the dumpster.