Commercials are like a bunch of loud, obnoxious, overbearing bullies with guns and baseball bats. They scream in my ears, insult my intelligence, and drive me insane. During one string of commercials I could cook a full coarse meal before the show begins again. By then, I either forgot what the heck I was watching or out of the mood.
It’s just wrong for the advertisement industry to have so much power and control. It’s wrong for people to have to pay an arm and a leg for cable and not enjoy commercial-free programs. It’s wrong and it’s a big fat rip-off.
As much as I enjoy watching “Love it or List it” and many other programs, I refuse to watch them. I refuse to be raped by one more stupid commercial.
Thankfully, TV doesn’t rule my life. I can even live without it if I have to. But I do enjoy watching a few programs with my husband in the evenings, so we watch Netflix. Commercials don’t raise his hackles sky high like they do mine, but he enjoys commercial free programs as well as I do.
The money making industry is always striving, always competing, always greedy and wanting more than their fair share at any cost to anyone. That really bothers me and I refuse to be a pawn in their games whenever possible.
TV Commercials should be more regulated out of good common sense and courtesy to the viewer. At least, that’s what I think.
I’m curious to know your intake on TV commercials.
Maybe it was his upbringing. His alcoholic dad. His parent’s divorce. Maybe it was WWII. Maybe it was the so-called friend who sold his cabinet shop while he was fighting the war. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Whatever it was, I’ve spent a lifetime trying to figure it all out. Like: why did he just sit and stare? What was he thinking about? What did he see?
He was a good man. Didn’t drink. Didn’t cuss. Didn’t scream and yell and never, ever lost his cool. He was gentle and quiet and patient and sometimes extremely funny. Yet, I was afraid of him. Afraid of doing something wrong. Afraid of his scornful frown. Afraid of making too much noise, of asking too many questions, of sitting on his lap and hugging his neck. Afraid of his cold, stark, overpowering, confusing, excessive silence.
I concluded that my dad didn’t love me; that I was stupid and ugly. So, to protect my sensitive, fragile emotions, I decided that I didn’t need him and gradually built a wall between us. By the time I became a teen, I terribly resented and rebelled against my dad. That, along with my dad’s laziness about working a regular job, my mother working three jobs and flying off the handle every other day, our house became a war zone.
Sadly, between the wall I built, and my misguided conclusions, I blamed our shattered, dysfunctional lives all on my dad.
If I had the chance to do it over again, I would sit on his lap, hug his neck and tell him how much I love him. I would understand that the war shattered his soul and that silence was his haven. I would encourage him to talk to me, to share his thoughts with me, and tell me what he’s feeling. I’d see my dad as a pillar of strength instead of the weakling I made him out to be. I would hold his hand and tell him how proud I am of him and that I love him just the way he is.
Through years of counseling and healing I now realize that not everyone is capable of loving us the way we want to be loved. Not everyone can meet all our needs. We are all human, and we are all a product of the environment in which we were raised. We all have a responsibility to work through our troubling pasts.
I thank God for opening my eyes, for healing my shattered heart, and helping me to forgive and move on with my life. I just wish it hadn’t taken so long.
Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger; instead, bring them up in the training and instruction of the Lord (Ephesians 6:4).
In today’s hectic world of computers, cell phones, and video games, we have a tendency to ignore the ones sitting in the same room with us. The ones who want a real, eyeball to eyeball conversation. The ones who need to know that we value their thoughts and concerns. The ones who want to scream, “Will you PLEASE shut that thing off and pay attention to me?!”
People need encouragement today more than ever before. Just a smile, a hug, a phone call, a genuine, “How is your day going today?” is food for the starving soul.
I’d been going through a tough time; a time of uncertainty, anger and grief. Finally, I shared it with a dear friend who gave me words of wisdom and encouragement. That was all I needed to get me back on track; to refocus and see the light at the end of the tunnel.
It doesn’t cost a cent for you to stop, look, and listen to another human being sitting in the same room with you. All you have to do is put down your smarthone long enough to see them and listen to what they have to say. It could mean all the world to them.
Beneath the covers and snow white sheets
her body lay so frail and weak
Wasn’t it just yesterday she was young and strong
laughing and singing a happy song
I don’t like Autumn she told me one day
because everything dies and withers away
Then into the night the angels came
with Autumn leaves and falling rain
Now it’s Springtime forever in heaven so grand
where she strolls with Jesus hand in hand
She’s happy there where she’s free from pain
and there’s no more Autumn no more rain
Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting (Psalm 139: 23, 24).
Hearts are very fragile
so handle them with care
Caress them softly with loving words
and let them know you’re there
Hug them when they’re feeling low
with a smile and words of praise
Lend them a strong and helping hand
when they stumble along the way
Remember that hearts are not perfect
and have a tendency to stray
Especially when they’ve been broken
by reckless words we say
So if you want a happy life
that is joyful and complete
Be tender and compassionate
to every heart you meet