With the loss of a single day of your life every time you use it, would you use a power to predict the future?
I’m not altogether certain I would. It would definitely be tempting to take a peek at lottery numbers, but would that really make my life any better? When I think about it, probably not. Sure, I would have a grand time spending it on other people and trying to set up trust funds and scholarships and such. But society as it is these days, too many people believe in taking what they get from others instead of working for what they need. By winning said lottery, not only would I be taking the easy route, I would be leading others into the temptation of the same. Perhaps that’s why God still hasn’t allowed me to win the lottery. That’s what I’d like to believe anyway.
Of course we could always use said power to see how our relationships would work out before getting into one. That would sure be handy. But would it be fair to cheat my future spouse out of even a single day together? And sometimes we’re put into another’s lives to teach them or to be taught something. If we look back, many times it is more our bad relationships that teach us how to treat someone properly. Even a bad example, can show us a good path.
All considered, I think I’d prefer to put my future in God’s hands. At least he wouldn’t lose days of life afterwards. 🙂
It’s that wonderful, brilliant time of year again. The South is notorious for it, but I’m sure we’re not the only ones. Labor day is over. It’s fall again.
In the coming weeks, there will be mornings that start out cool enough to need to wear jackets. It’ll be delightful until the temperatures skyrocket halfway to lunch time and we’re sweltering in those warm clothes. In childhood, it meant lost jackets and sweaters. If you’re anything like me, it’s much the same as an adult. I can’t tell you how many times that I’ll be getting ready to head out, feel the chill in the air, and step back in to grab my jacket. But do I see it? Of course not. It’ll be a few minutes, but I’ll realize that once again my jacket has been left behind in the car. And when you’re young it’s usually one of those not quite plastic coats that are ten times colder and seem to take forever to warm up to body temperature. And during the Southern Fall that’s usually about the time to take it off.
Of course we’re not there yet. It’s still hot as anything outside. Which begs the mention of the other great Southern Fall disagreement. White after Labor Day. Some say it’s an etiquette detail and nothing more. Others say that it’s just because of the weather and thusly to be ignored thanks to the strange Southern Fall. After doing my homework I found the truth behind it even more bizarrely annoying. According to an article on the White Rule in Mental Floss magazine (a greatly diverse magazine that always has something in it that you never knew that you didn’t know) the background of the White Rule was less about the weather and more about money. Apparently, it was part of a list of etiquette rules created sometime in the 1800s to primarily let old money know if they were dealing with new money or old money.
That being said, we’re getting to my favorite part of fall. My favorite yearly writing competitions and challenges all happen at this time of the year. And on top of that, my favorite writing clothes have always been sweat pants and sweat shirts. Good comfort clothing. Is it possible to wear during summer and the first part of fall? Of course not.
But that time is coming. My time is coming.
What is your beef with fall? Comment to commiserate or say a few words in support of fall.