(Simile)It's Like A Metaphor

There come moments in our lives, like this one, that we're so numb-- so blinded to what is actually happening -- that it's impossible to respond in a tactful manner.

It's like when you curl up to watch a movie with your legs tucked underneath you. You're sitting there enjoying yourself just along for the ride... and then the movie ends. The lights aren't dimmed anymore and you can see the popcorn you spilled everywhere and the carmelized Coke products on the ground. You have to stand up now. But your legs are all numb and it hurts to move. An inch off the orange moldy seats and it feels like a million needles have been simultaniously injected across your lower extremities. But you're in the way and the theatre smells weird so you really have to get up.

You have a few choices.
Do nothing. Be in the way. Don't solve any problems. Stay in the messy smelly theatre.
Stand up. Be in sincere pain and walk it off. Figure it out. Face things head on.
Let somebody carry you to the car. Depend on their strength to save you from pain.

My legs are tingley...