Just Tell Me Why!

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We have all heard, and in most cases used, catchy phrases and cliques.  We have also chuckled at the strange names we apply to everyday occurrences, such as parking on driveways and driving on parkways.

I would like to talk to you about actual objects that bother me insofar as to how and why they were created.  Let’s consider all of the preceding comments and questions to be rhetorical.

Let’s start with the only one we will discuss today that is not an actual thing that can be held or even seen.  I am speaking of the dream.  When we dream at night we simply call it….a dream.  When we have a bad dream at night we call it….a nightmare.

During the day when we lose ourselves staring off into space thinking of anything other than what we’re doing, we call it….daydreaming.  If we happen to take a nap during the daylight hours and dream we call it….a dream.  If we happen to take a nap and have a bad dream we still call it…. a dream.

I would suggest to you whatever happened (not that it ever existed) to the daymare?  Once again to quote a legend in his own time, “and that’s all I’ve got to say about that.”

Next comes the microwave door.   Why do they always open to the left?  I have two microwaves in my home.  The doors on each one open to the left and they are the most inconvenient things to load and unload due to having to walk around the door after it is opened.   Ditto on my last quote.

Now this one is going to somewhat throw you because there really isn’t another choice, at least when this substance was first conceived.  I’m talking about glass.  We build our homes with walls which are made of wood covered in more wood or masonry.  We put special locks and deadbolts on our doors for extra protection.   After all of these precautions to prevent unwanted entry, we cover our windows with a material that could be totally destroyed with a pebble.  Nowadays they do have laminated glass that you can’t beat through with a baseball bat, but most residences still use the brittle substance, that although lets the sunshine in, is subject to letting in unwanted nasties and things that go bump in the night or even the day.

Now for the crème de la crème.  What could possibly possess someone to design a girl’s bicycle with a downward sweeping top rail and then turn around and design a boy’s bicycle with a nut cracker bar where no bar should be.  If you’re a male and have ever come to a sudden stop on one of these deadly machines you know what I mean.

To conclude this post as I normally try to do (somehow tie it into writing) if you’re a male author and you like to ride bikes, wear a cup!  I find it’s much easier to write when I’m not in pain.

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One response to “Just Tell Me Why!

  1. I have cracked a nut or two on that bar. Ouch!

    Happy Thanksgiving and God bless.

    S. Thomas Summers
    Pushcart Nominated Author of Private Hercules McGraw: Poems of the American Civil War

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