CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Word Count: 280
What is your most treasured possession and why?
You really are the proverbial idiot. What? You expected some pansy filled answer about “my most treasured possession”? If you want flowers, go to Grissom, I deal with crime, not frivolous flower related activities. I don’t know about getting an appointment though, that might prove somewhat difficult. Between his lack of premeditation and his lover’s spats with Sidle, I see little room in his schedule for the discussion of the reproductive structure of some seed-bearing plants.
I do not have a most treasured possession. In the end, every single person dies, whether they want to or not, whether they mean to or not. There is no use in holding on to something, because, in the end, if it is not already gone it will be left behind. Thins are better put to use if they are just used and that is that, because that is all that they are here for. A house is a house, its function is to shelter, a kettle is a kettle, its function is to heat water. End of story, treasuring a possession is not worth it, the thing is, after all, an inanimate object. Such an activity, loving something that is just that, a thing, is not worth my time. I have better things to do than dilly dawdling around with something that can easily be disposed of and replaced if the need so much as arises.
When I die, I will be dead, end of story. I will not be able to hoard all my possessions together and take them with me. While the Ancient Egyptians may have thought it a good idea, I am a man of truths, not of fantasized dreams.