A guy opens the front door and sees a snail on his doorstep. He picks up the snail and throws it across the street in a neighbor's yard. A year later, the guy opens the front door and the same snail is on his doorstep. The snail says, "What the fuck was that about?"

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The joke is funny and it has a deeper meaning to me personally for sure. Because I'm the snail. Read it again:

A guy opens the front door and sees me on his doorstep. He picks me up and throws me across the street in a neighbor's yard. A year later, the guy opens the front door and I'm on his doorstep. I say, "What the fuck was that about?"

That's exactly how I feel because that's what my sperm donor, and, to a certain point, what even my mom did to me when she chose my sperm donor over me. It just took me 40.5 years to get back to the front door. May 17th, 2012 was the 40th anniversary of my rape. I'm angry all I have been to people was two sicko's orgasms and my sperm donor's stress reliever and my mom's reason she had a shitty marriage. Fuck all 4 of them.

"OMG - was that you?
I'm so sorry, dude!"

it would help to hear it, wouldn't it?
wouldn't change the past, but...

a more likely scenario:
"what was WHAT about?"

Lee

So Phoenix you are back at front door again
well don't let them to throw you out any more!
Parable to snails is so good, it could be said easily that many of us are like that snail coming back to same spot from where we have been kicked out many years ago


Pero

One other thing to remember about snales though, is they have a dam hard shell and can withstand many times their own wait, have 360 degree vision, and can get pretty much they like thanks to the ability to crawl up nearly anything.

So, if your a snale it's in no way all bad, and like the proverbial tortus you get there in the end.

Thanks, everyone.