"Sign, sign, everywhere a sign ~ Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind~Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?"
“The show must go on.”
For a while now I’ve been feeling bombarded with messages from strangers and, stranger still, from inanimate objects. These are not imaginary messages just running through my poor over-loaded brain. Nope, these are actually commands, suggestions, exhortations and requests imploring me to DO things.
I suspect it all began innocently enough back in the sixties with this little guy: Remember him (the shirt, not the model)?
As I’m sure you know, the phrase caught on, and has now become more acceptable than “Bye-bye.” If you don’t say it when someone is exiting from a brunch or a wedding or a car wash, you’re considered a Philistine unskilled in the finer points modern etiquette.
Of course the next step was T-shirts telling us what do to and some of them were NOT suggesting a nice day. I’ll have to take on T-shirt wisdom in a different post.
What I’m wondering today is when did this “slippery slope” slide us down into deciding that we need the walls of our homes to “message” us. And our friends and family as well as to any visitors who may wander over? Surely I’m not the only one who has noticed this trend.
(By the way, I do believe if you try to” laugh as much as you breathe,” it might cause some serious health issues, not to mention what your family will think. I’m just sayin'.)
“Take charge and mean it”
In one room especially I do not care to be lectured. That would be the bathroom.
Having said that I will confess to putting up my own code of conduct in the bathroom one summer when my children were young and trips to the pool were a daily occurrence as were wet towels on the floor:
“Hang up wet things,
That’s the pool rule
If you don’t
They’ll get mildewed”
(And now you know why I never attempt poetry. Bad poetry and all, it was effective.)
“Put a little strut in it.”
I had been trying to ignore all these subtle, subliminal, angst-inducing messages creeping into my subconscious, attempting to take a “live and let live” attitude, until last week when that final straw dropped into my lap in the form of a cough drop wrapper.
Et tu, Halls?
Yes, indeed, even my cough drop was giving me orders and making such personal comments as:
“Tough is your middle name.” (I thought it was Lynn)“It’s yours for the taking.” (shoplifting?) “Elicit some ‘Wows’ today.” (just scary to think what I'd have to do for "Wows")
What could be the reason for all these admonitions and advice? There it was right in the middle of the wrapper:
“A PEP TALK IN EVERY DROP.”
Please join me in just saying “No.” You don’t have to put it on the wall. In fact, I'd rather you didn't.
Oh, and don't forget to have a nice day.
“Turn ‘can do’ into ‘can did!’ “
All the little quotes in the middle courtesy of Hall's cough drops' Pep Talks.