In Which I Define (Again)

While I freely admit that this humble trashcan is welcome to its own opinion, this takes the pondering of one's own existence a bit too far. After all, I cannot state that I am not human and have it be accepted as such. You cannot dispute what you are, but only what your purpose may be. Thus, this trashcan, designated to hold a delicate sand/rock-salt mixture for the icy entrance area to the building, cannot claim to be anything else other than a trashcan. The only thing that is fluid is what it can be used for.

I'm guessing that the groundskeeper for my office was frustrated with pulling trash out of his over-sized sand bucket, and that his anger kept him from putting much thought into this message. Little did he know that it would spark a philosophical conversation that I would put way too much thought and effort into.

Have a good weekend, everyone.