I might be alone here, but see this?
This is my personal nightmare.
I know. I KNOW. People love these signs. They’re hopeful and sweet and inspiring.
But to me? They are pushy, judge-y and BOSSY.
When I see them – and hot DAMN I see them everywhere – friend’s bathrooms, boutiques, dentist offices, FUNERAL HOMES – I want to scream:
Don’t TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
I will NOT dance like no one is watching.
You can’t MAKE ME live, laugh and love.
I don’t have as many hours in the day as Beyonce. AND YOU DON’T EITHER. I DO NOT CARE WHAT THAT CLOCK SAYS.
And I refuse to look through the rain to see the rainbow. And if I do, it’s not because some painted wood pallet told me to. It’s because I’m outside after a summer rainstorm and I happened to look up.
Is this wrong? It might be wrong. There’s a possibility I might be a terrible, cynical person.
But at least I’m open about it. Whenever a member of my family has one of these signs on the wall, I point and say “Don’t tell me what to do.”
So when I came home today, I found this from my mother, who went to paint night last night. Instead of painting the assignment – I think it was something sweet like “Be thankful” – she went with this:
At least my family understands me!