I’ve been thinking, which I do realize is not a good endeavor most of the time, about, of all things, THINKING. That’s right, I’ve been pondering contemplation, and I liked it. So there!
But I’ve discovered something. Thinking seems to be a lost art. For example, consider warning labels. When did common sense change? “Do not use blow dryer in the shower.” Seriously? Who truly needs to be reminded that water and electricity is not a fun mixture. And consider that the term Rectal Thermometer has the key word “rectal” on it for a reason. Drain cleaner has a warning label that stipulates it is not to be ingested because…….it is BAD!
I’ve been wondering, at what point did we stop thinking and have to be told what NOT to do? Think for a moment, drinking an abundance of alcohol and then taking a road trip is probably not the wisest call to make. Nor is it a smart train of thought to consume sleep meds, cold meds, or other items which “may cause drowsiness” before using heavy equipment a good thing. How many times have you taken Ambien (or something similar) and then gotten the bright idea to use that bulldozer?
We have such warning labels because we have become such a litigious society that, unless it is spelled out for us, we will sue at the blink of an eye. Are our brains simply a means to keep our ears apart? When was the last time you were tempted to hold onto a ground wire in a thunderstorm? Or have you had the uncontrollable urge to drink fabric softener to cure rough, dry skin? Is it truly wise to tease poisonous or violent critters to the point of ticking them off and then wonder why they bite?
Perhaps it’s just me, but in such a world, I truly wonder if the mind has long since vacated the premises and a “for rent” sign has been stamped on the forehead. Perhaps we should simply dance naked around a volcano and see what happens.