All of the years I’ve been stringing letters together to make words, words together to make sentences, and sentences together to construct paragraphs, some things never cease to amaze.
Case in point: clichés. You never seem to run out of one liner’s triggered toward engaging a thought process that would cause one to place a finger aside their face, gaze upward and utter, “hmm.”
As an example: “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Now this one can go either way. If you and your significant other are to be apart for a weekend or so, I’d say yes. If it becomes more of a constant…what is that I hear…the rustling of divorce papers? Nuff said.
Here’s one of my favorites: “There’s a first time for everything.” Back up a couple of paragraphs and you can picture me with my finger aside my face, my eyes pointed toward the heavens, uttering the same tired response, “hmm.” I’ve never had a broken leg…does that mean there’s one in my future? I never considered lopping off body parts and changing my name to one of a different gender. Kind of an odd comment to make, being a man with a lion’s share of testosterone and the first name of Lynn. Notice the name is spelled on the feminine side, but no matter, that confirms the lack of validity for this cliché, cause I’m going home with everything I started out with on this planet.
I see a couple loose clichés looking for someone to bother. Please excuse me while I work up a beat down.