9 year old birthday party. Kids screaming everywhere. Mom brings out the fringed, cardboard
creation. The children scream. The
fixture gets hung from a tree branch in the backyard. The birthday celebrant gets a blindfold, and
a baseball bat. Ready, set, go.
In saying “your heart is my piñata,”
you automatically look like a douche.
You’re saying you want to hurt a person, use them. Just as a piñata’s sole purpose is to be torn
open, that is the purpose you make of the people you hurt. Intentionally. A married man sleeps with his secretary on a
business trip. Whack. He comes home and continues to tell his wife
he loves her. Whack. One might continue the external arrangement as
an ongoing affair. Whack, whack,
whack. The wife finally finds out her
husband is cheating on her. Whack. The contents spill all over the floor.
But there is one thing to consider
about a piñata. Yes, it is made only to
be destroyed. Yes, it is a central part
of celebrations and happy times, and it only gets beat up in the end. But take note of this: the only reason why it
is torn apart and swung at is because you want what is inside.
-Erica Gonzales
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