Decisions decisions…Anyone else sick of making decisions?
The one’s like do I take the job or don’t I?…Do I stop this intense take me now kiss or do I say please pass the fire extinguisher?
I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT THESE DECISIONS.
Life is full of choice… But quite frankly I’m a little bored of choice.
I’d love someone to just tell me that I was stuck with something, even if it was just for a little while.
I feel constantly over faced by the stupid amount of variety we have access to, everywhere we turn.
Back in the “ye olden days” they had rations, they got by, they appreciated things. Chocolate was something to be treasured (it always will be FYI), new shoes were worn long after they were scruffy after playing outside, we mended things rather than threw them away.
I cannot be bothered to spend anymore time browsing the sandwiches isle in Tesco express, having what can only be described as an Internal battle of the fillings between tuna & sweet corn or plain old ham sandwiches (not actually old sandwiches).
I’d love to see a child’s eyes sparkle with delight or laughter as they play outside with a stick or getting covered in mud after building a den or going cow tipping (MUST TRY). Pretty much anything rather than seeing a child give a fake smile and a forced thank you for a gift that had genuine thought behind it when actually they wanted an iPad, Xbox, play station , entire Ralph Lauren wardrobe, electric car …
Can someone just hand out plain buttered toast for breakfast? None of this low fat chai tea latte & a organic biodegradable muffin crap.
Anyone up for a spot of cow tipping? Yes, there is cow pats nearby… No falling in one will not kill you.
So yeah, basically this blog post was inspired by sandwich fillings.
Consumerism has nearly ruined a generation.