I have just about decided that the practice of English/poetical analysis is a scam and fundamentally flawed. For those unaware, this involves interpretting regular, mundane activities and objects into complex, dramatic views of Nature, man, and the purpose of existence.

While I've felt this feeling more or less for quite some time, it was never more apparent that today in Accounting. I reached into my pocket, out of boredom, and found a tootsie roll (no not from three weeks ago; I put it in there this morning so I'd have a sugar rush to be able to pay attention in Chemistry today after lunch). The tootsie roll had become a tad mushy and soft from being in there for a few hours. After thinking on it for 30seconds, I went over to my man David Lane and explained to him that the tootsie roll represented man. The wrapper of the tootsie roll represented society's constrain-ment of man. It smothered him and made him seem like something he is not, making him conform to society's view of what is right. If not freed soon, he would surely be destroyed eventually from the pressure and falsity of his predicament (aka it'd melt in my pocket).

Conversely, once freed of society's protective shell (wrapper), man (tootsie roll) is free to truely show himself and live to his full potential. However, with the shell gone, it was only a brief matter of time until he was gobbled up by the society that could see him for what he was, and either destroys him from admiration or abhorrence. Thus man's relationship to society was revealed.

There you have it. I just used a tootsie roll to demonstrate all of that. Now if that doesn't tell you that symbolism is just an abirtrary, highly opinionated hoax, then you have more faith in humanity than I. Until next time...