Ode To A Tissue

Hey all, here is my amazing, beautiful, exquisite, seemingly trivial Ode To A Tissue, enjoy. Haha.

Ode To A Tissue
Tissues are devoid of any embellishments, and, at first glance, are seemingly lacking in appearance. I sometimes think that they are suffering from a severe case of nostalgia, in which they are longing for the days when they were pretty, quaint, little handkerchiefs, with peoples’ names lovingly hand-stitched into their corners. Alas, over the years, tissues have become reduced to rather plain, white, paper products.
Although, upon examining this square piece of interlocking fibers more precisely, you will come to find that a tissue is anything but ordinary. In fact, I find the modern-day tissue to be quite extraordinary, in its own right. The tissue has equal length and width, but hardly any depth. It has a very shallow and narrow crevice running down its middle, but never in the exact center. After usage, many other creases run across its surface, forming a complex assemble of crisscrossing lines and dashes. It has come to my attention that tissues crumple quite easily, and tear, as well. The fibers lose their grip on each other extremely quickly if you apply water to the tissue. Therefore, it makes sense that when you blow a large amount of snot into the tissue, or cry into them, the tissue will react accordingly. This leads me to an issue that concerns me greatly: tissues are very sensitive and delicate objects, and people need to be aware of that fact.
Therefore, I applaud the ingenious individual, who, when faced with the troubling and annoying situation of a nose full of snot, smartly chooses to dispose of that gross substance, not into wimpy tissue, but into a hefty handkerchief.