"I just had to get it. It totally reminded me of you!"

This morning I received a package in the mail from my friend Annie. She told me she was sending me a late Christmas gift. She hadn't told me what it was but had called me when she bought it. She was really excited and said, "I just had to buy it. It totally reminded me of you!" When I opened "it," took it out and placed in on my desk, I couldn't not stare. However, I wasn't starring in awe or wonder. A fear gripped me as I looked at the nails, bullets and silver charms and I wondered, "how does this resemble me? Am I a cracked green piece of driftwood adorned with charms from times long ago, with four bullets coming out of the top, scaring off anyone who might want to touch me?"

Other than the leather briefcase on wheels my dad gave me for Christmas, this is the weirdest gift I have ever received. I'm afraid to light the vanilla scented candle because its being held in place by bullets, which a co-worker tells me have already been fired. I have my doubts. As this "thing" sits in front of me, I can't help but feel uncomfortable. Maybe its the fact that it creates a need to look inside myself and see how I am like "it." Maybe its because there is a green piece of wood with bullets on it sitting on my desk. Either way, something is wrong.