The Daily Post used my prompt! “If you could un-invent something, what would it be? Discuss why, potential repercussions, or a possible alternative.”
I love WordPress so much! I should email them a hug.
They must love me, too. This is the second time they’ve used one of my prompts.
Of course, I’ve submitted a zillion prompt ideas.
I should sleep more so I don’t do that as often. I probably wore them down.
Also, I should submit easy prompts in case they actually pick one. The submitter should participate. It’s polite. I have to do it now, right?
Could I write about juice machines?
Stop hating on juice machines, Rara. A lot of your friends juice. You love your friends. Think of something else.
Of course, none of your friends needs to know you wrote about juice machines.
Juice machines, it is. I would undo the creation of the juice machine!
As you get older in life, you realize that some conversations are going to repeated forever and ever. For the big things, it isn’t so bad. It becomes a sort of warm ritual– a cultural tradition.
A new baby? Awww, how’s the mama doing? She’s so pretty! Look at those eyes! He looks just like dad, I think it’s the jaw.
A new car? Wow, what color is it? This is going to be such a big help for you guys. I’m so glad you were able to manage it.
An interview? Well I think my biggest weakness is my perfectionism and timeliness. Thank you so much for your time.
But juice machines do not qualify as big news.
Somehow that truth doesn’t stop the same conversation from happening over and over again though. Every time a juicer is purchased, the world has to hear all about it for weeks.
It starts small : “We got a juicer, we’re going to save so much money because all I ever drink is cucumber frog spinach juice! Despite the copious amounts of (natural) sugar in it, it’s really good for you. You should get a juicer– liquid spinach is amazing!”
But by the end of the week, it starts to get downright silly, “We spent all night juicing everything in the house. Full lemons, bread, Tommy’s pacifier. THERE IS NOTHING I CANNOT JUICE — AND IT ALL TASTES SOOO GOOD.”
I find it hard to believe that anything juiced tastes delicious, but I guess we’ll find out soon… because if I’m ever forced through a conversation about juicing machines again, I’m going to poke out my own eyeballs, cut off my ears, and juice them.
Drink that, juicers!
Many thanks to the Daily Post editors for accepting, listening to, and implementing ideas. You guys are an inspiration!
If you haven’t participated in my prompt over at the Daily Post– why not? I want either posts or brilliant excuses from each of you. You can’t blame your dog, though… I know they can’t eat keyboards.
[I would love to credit the artist of the Mood Swing men, but I couldn't figure out where it originated. If you know, let me know please!]