Self deprecation comes in all sorts of interesting flavors and colors.
The first example we’ll look at is that of a girl who has given up on the idea of ever being more than an empty container.
And while she wishes it was as simple as waiting to be filled, her container comes equipped with a carved out bottom, incapable of ever returning to its “correct” form.
Whatever that correct form is.
So she waits in the room of a man who is elsewhere, hoping that he’ll show up and tell her it’s okay to be empty.
And that he is empty himself.
And she will find solace in the fact that she is not alone in her grief.
In that whoever or whatever it was that robbed her of the bottom of her container is nothing but a blip on the radar now.
But that man never comes.
And she grows tired of waiting.