Maybe it’s a generational thing.
Maybe those of us born before the Beatles landed or Woodstock or Vietnam still have our mother’s voice whirring in our head. Just to set the record straight, I was only seven months old when the Beatles appeared on Ed Sullivan.
Those of us at the tippy end of the Boomer Generation hear . . .”Don’t make waves.”
“For heavens sake Jamie, have coffees for your friends not fundraisers for Free Crimea.”
No. There’s not much screaming about passions around here. At least that I’d let on.
So this Finish the Sentence Friday prompt: “What I really want to scream out loud is…”
Presents a bit of a poser for me.
For most things I want to SCREAM out loud, I squish down deep in a itty, bitty ball.
And then go slog through 5 miles.
But appearances aside, I’m a gaming sort, so here goes.
What I really want to scream out loud is . . . .
My safe “Have coffees and not fundraisers for Greenpeace” answers:
“Is it too much to ask for ya’ll to put down the toilet seat?!”
“Could somebody PLEASE walk the dog, he’s standing crossed legged by the door.”
“Why on earth do ya’ll keep putting food incrusted dishes on the non-disposal side of the sink?”
Yes. It’s better to play it safe. By being diplomatic, you never run with risk of being misunderstood. Being thought a b*tch. Or heaven forbid in the South, The Scarlett Letter embroidered on the bib of a Southern Lady who spoke without thought of repercussion
~ being thought unChristian.
What I want to shout is . . .
I WANT TO SCREAM and not worry about the wreckage it might cause.
But I’ll leave that for another day.
Or as Emily Litella most eloquently used to say,
What say you?
What do you want to scream?