A special guest post by author sibling Matt Cahill
It’s popular these days to send thoughts and prayers into the ether when circumstances call for it, which is usually after someone or a group of someones has experienced something horrible. It is a kind sentiment, for sure, but I question the final destination of these T’s and P’s.
I imagine the prayers are aimed at a deity of some kind, or perhaps the universe as a whole. But God and the Universe seem to have inboxes that constantly full and voice mailboxes that are clogged. Perhaps they just use the calendar function to say they are unavailable. You may be able to catch them on Insta just by pure luck. But they swipe left. A lot.
Thoughts are a different matter. Presumably you have them, much as I do. Is the neighbor a douche? Where are my keys? Why does the dog want to lick my face after I catch him eating the cat’s shit again? But I don’t expect you to ponder the same things. Apologies to all of the home philosophers out there who think someone might care about their thoughts. The Philosophy Hall of Fame is a tough one to get in to. Seems to help if you are Greek.
The phrase is often used by public figures to dismiss pretty much any awful thing without actual effort. The current candy-corn colored leader uses it, when he sticks to his script. Which he rarely does. And let’s face it, we mostly want him off of it.
When I asked a friend what phrase we might try to popularize to replace the T’s and P’s, his daughter suggested “Aw, rats!” Which I thought was excellent.
So, as these thoughts disappear into nothingness without being contemplated by the vast majority of deities, universes and living humans, I notice the dog has his nose in the litter box again.
Aw, rats!
I imagine the prayers are aimed at a deity of some kind, or perhaps the universe as a whole. But God and the Universe seem to have inboxes that constantly full and voice mailboxes that are clogged. Perhaps they just use the calendar function to say they are unavailable. You may be able to catch them on Insta just by pure luck. But they swipe left. A lot.
Thoughts are a different matter. Presumably you have them, much as I do. Is the neighbor a douche? Where are my keys? Why does the dog want to lick my face after I catch him eating the cat’s shit again? But I don’t expect you to ponder the same things. Apologies to all of the home philosophers out there who think someone might care about their thoughts. The Philosophy Hall of Fame is a tough one to get in to. Seems to help if you are Greek.
The phrase is often used by public figures to dismiss pretty much any awful thing without actual effort. The current candy-corn colored leader uses it, when he sticks to his script. Which he rarely does. And let’s face it, we mostly want him off of it.
When I asked a friend what phrase we might try to popularize to replace the T’s and P’s, his daughter suggested “Aw, rats!” Which I thought was excellent.
So, as these thoughts disappear into nothingness without being contemplated by the vast majority of deities, universes and living humans, I notice the dog has his nose in the litter box again.
Aw, rats!
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