Ugly Mug

It was the first night of the new semester, but i was already in the midst of a deep depression. I guess it was quite a wretched personality to feel pissed off because my roommates didn't go wash themselves when they have taken out their clothes, thus suspending me in a state of indecision, and that they kept asking whether the water was warm enough as if the water heater were their possession and I didn't pay for it anyway, and so on. I felt not free, I feel I was imprisoned by these human shackles.

And what depressed me even more was that I realized the problem might lied in just me. What my mind was not free I cared a lot about those external stuff like whether I can wash myself when I want, instead of being suspended until the whole world went to sleep.

In my extreme distress I turned to my new mug, but it was no help. As a porcelain mug it was a total failure. I bought it because it was on sale in the supermarket and what was more important, it was porcelain. I had always wanted to have a porcelain mug of my own. Anyway, it was the typical product made in china - with childish Chinglish like "we are happy men" and "happy wildness" which you never knew what they were from. If anyone asked, I would say these words does not represent anything about me. And the handle, the handle was a disaster, it was the traditional type upside down! I was suggesting that it was a defective product, but it was deformed. A handle which was big up and small down was chosen as the typical mode because it saved effort, and natural, and beautiful. This was the kind of thing that would get itself deformed in order to be different. Different so that others will notice, so that they could live in the world of reflections.