My Cube

Say hello to me-- companion cube. If the cube game we all played has any truth behind it, then apparently that's what I am. I suppose it's my destiny to be roughly thrown through nauseatingly confusing portal sequences, used as a shield, jumped on, then incinerated by my only friend. I have a lot to look forward to. All kidding aside though, it was kind of freaky how accurate the cube game was for me.

First there was the plants. In my picture, healthy, strong, flowered vines are clinging to the entire surface of the cube. No plants grow anywhere else-- the cube is the only place where they are able to survive in the hot, dry desert. I love children, which the plants symbolize. I want to be an elementary school teacher, and a stay-at-home mom when I have my own kids. My image of the plants perfectly displays both my love for kids, and how good I am at working with them. Hmm.

Then there's the latter. It leans against my cube, which is as big as a shed, not normal companion cub sized, and leads to the top of it. However, it is made of metal, which has been heating up a lot in the sun, so it is very hard to climb. This shows how hard it is to become a close, valued friend of mine. I stick to the quality over quantity philosophy on friends, so I'm friendly to everyone, but choose my closest friends carefully.

Lastly, there's the storm, floating intense but condensed right above the cube, but not affecting it-- signifying just how I see my troubles.

Maybe the only reason this works is because when people try interpreting their picture, they twist it dry for the most ridiculous, obscure significations. I don't know. Whether it's a big, deep, inner meaning or not though, I sure had fun playing the cube game.