Pillowed in the iris was what I believed to be my conscience. I would have never thought that it would appear in the shape of a fish, but you never know what shape the nagging reminder may take sitting astride your shoulder (or in this case in the iris).
I am sure that the conscience is formed by how bad your behavior is. For instance, someone who has stolen a car, theirs might look like a rearview mirror constantly shining a reflection back. Or for a liar it may be in the form of a glazed doughnut that you eat after every lie causing you to put on so much poundage, one stone for every lie. Eventually, you refuse to go out in public and restrict your bad habit to home.
My case was mild - the act of mischief. So I am saddled with a fish that travels on land and has a pensive face. Being an avid gardener, I would spend many hours outside, but not without stirring up trouble. A worm in a glass of lemonade, a weed in someone’s hair, or maybe some manure in your garden clogs. Nothing too severe, just a prank now and then (OK, maybe on a regular basis) until the day that fish came for me.
I have tried to live this down by volunteering at a food bank once a week, not slamming the phone down every time a telemarketer calls and just being good, but apparently once you do something to summon your conscience, it never leaves!
I have been bestowed with a gormless fish, and I will never live it down. Your actions will cause a reaction, and you never know what will be following you. Forever.
I am sure that the conscience is formed by how bad your behavior is. For instance, someone who has stolen a car, theirs might look like a rearview mirror constantly shining a reflection back. Or for a liar it may be in the form of a glazed doughnut that you eat after every lie causing you to put on so much poundage, one stone for every lie. Eventually, you refuse to go out in public and restrict your bad habit to home.
My case was mild - the act of mischief. So I am saddled with a fish that travels on land and has a pensive face. Being an avid gardener, I would spend many hours outside, but not without stirring up trouble. A worm in a glass of lemonade, a weed in someone’s hair, or maybe some manure in your garden clogs. Nothing too severe, just a prank now and then (OK, maybe on a regular basis) until the day that fish came for me.
I have tried to live this down by volunteering at a food bank once a week, not slamming the phone down every time a telemarketer calls and just being good, but apparently once you do something to summon your conscience, it never leaves!
I have been bestowed with a gormless fish, and I will never live it down. Your actions will cause a reaction, and you never know what will be following you. Forever.
