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therapist could help you,
even if you didn't know
you needed help.
I am sure you too have wanted to share your thoughts, concerns, displeasures, and occasional compliments with others, but like me, have no way to do this. This leaves all of us stuck with these random conversations and comments just rattling around our heads, taking up valuable space that could be used by other more important things. Things like "Where is my other shoe? Why wouldn't my shoes be together? I took them off together." You might also use the extra memory space to keep track of your keys, street your house is on and your children's names. Imagine how awesome life would be if you didn't forget what you were talking about in the middle of saying it.
I have come up with a solution. There needs to be chat room/bulletin boards for everywhere. Every business and neighborhood would have one. If you don't see one you need, you could just start it. We could all just go to these sites and leave pleasant, helpful letters to the strangers with whom we wished to communicate. When needed, of course, we might be forced to leave something more strongly worded, but you know, tough love and all. People of the world (ourselves included - you never know when a stranger might want to compliment you) would check in on the sites where they work, live, hang out, etc., and see if there is anything they need to know. I think if we all cooperate, the world would be a happier, less unfortunately dressed place.
For example, if I was the cashier at Giant, I would check in at the Giant Chat Room/Bulletin Board and see the following letter:
I was trying my best to help us move along with our day by bagging as you scanned things through. For some reason you kept scanning things even though we had run out of room. You had started scanning before I starting bagging and I couldn't catch up. You persisted in shoving the stuff in my direction. Mightn't it have been better to stop scanning for a minute or two and help me bag some of the items so we'd have more room? Alas, you did not think so.
Once you were through ringing me up you did start to help bag, which I appreciated. I would have appreciated it more if you used paper inside of plastic, as I asked, but apparently you were upset I had forgotten my reusable bags and felt I only deserved plastic. That would have been okay if you had put more than 2 or 3 items in each bag. Doing it your way, I had 157 bags. That was cumbersome.
I do want to thank you for being pleasant and wishing me a good night, you do get points for politeness. I hope our future encounters will be more successful.
Knowing the cashier would see this would thrill me. Further, she would be able to, in a non-confrontational atmosphere, realize she was not as helpful as she might have been. Also, employers could then see how their employees are doing and supervise and train a little better. This really is one of my better plans.
Here's the cool part. You could avoid making mistakes other people make just by reading up on what's going on around you. Just the other day I wished I could send out a gray hair/ sad haircut letter. I think that letter would benefit a lot of people.
Dear Gray-Haired Couple,
|See, this hair is just|
Female friend, if you are choosing to have gray hair, please stop wearing it super long. It's one thing if you are elderly and it's in a bun, but otherwise it's a little scary looking. Long, crazy, gray hair is slightly witchy and I am sure you are too lovely on the inside to want people to be frightened by you.
Gentleman friend, your problem is similar, yet somehow a little sadder. Long gray hair on a man, pulled back in a ponytail is not a look. Further, you are balding, and that's not helping things.
Wishing you a lovely day as you enter Cracker Barrel for lunch.
Since I think it will take awhile for all these chat rooms to get up and running, it is my suggestion that you unencumber yourselves by starting to write letters as you see fit and leave them on the cars and houses of the people to whom you are writing. You may have to follow someone off public transportation now and again, but it will be worth it.
*please forgive the ridiculous spacing. Blogger is hassling me again. Don't think I won't be writing Blogger a letter.