I Hate Balloons!

I really don't like balloons. Sure, they're festive and colorful and I often use them to decorate for parties. But I hate cheap latex balloons kids get at such places as restaurants and bowling alleys. The kid accepts this latex novelty gleefully, often tied to a skinny little wrist, and takes it home where it bounces it's helium-filled self toward the ceiling and stays there until the next morning when it lays lazily on the floor, it's glory days behind it. Kind of a metaphor for life. We start out filled with possibility, bright, taut, cheerful. And we end up squishy, flat and depressing. Balloons are disappointment on a string.