We don't have all day

I think I heard it first from my mother.  “We don’t have all day.”  I was loitering.  I still am, but there is another reason for regretting the waste of time.  Unavoidable interruptions that have become so “normal” that we hardly mind.

I think we should mind.  Advertisements are insidious.  Worse than someone sitting down and starting to talk about what they believe is important without regard to those already there.  They appear at all times, while I am on the computer, watching the news, learning about what I feel I need to know. 

I get it.  We sometimes do need a bridge between what we are used to doing and using and what is new, and perhaps better. 

Good music, complex verse, serious writing, all may be good for me.  I think they are.  I like to feel they “feed the soul.”  I welcome introductions to all of them. But that is not what commercial advertising provides. The sophomoric nonsense that is supposed to make me feel excited about a “new” car, has the opposite effect.  I won’t be recruited to join the jumping up and down and screaming “thing” over bright shinny things. 

Seriously, I don’t have to quantify the minutes to feel that I am being forced to waste my time.  Robbed actually. 

And when I want to loiter I’ll do it my own way, thank you.