*grabs megaphone and steps up to the blog*
*a click, some static and feedback*
Attention, anybody who has one of those “In Memory Of…” decals on your vehicle.
Nobody cares. Seriously, nobody cares less than a complete stranger that chances are you will never pass on the street ever again. Your vehicular sentiment serves no purpose other than to draw attention to yourself and make people want to give you a great, big hug.
Well, it’s not working for me. I’m sure readers of my blog are already tired of hearing about how I lost my father when I was 7 years old, but I don’t go driving around with one of those pointless stickers on the back of my truck. My father’s legacy lives within me, not a thin piece of die-cut vinyl. And chances are he wouldn’t want that crap on my truck anyhow.
And I’m so sorry to disappoint, but if I had the gall to affix one of those damned stickers for each person I’ve lost in my life I wouldn’t be able to see through the rear window of my truck. Think about that, Junior Mint.
So here’s what you do. You pick up and you move on and you don’t turn your car into a rolling memorial to your loved one. Life is for the living so there’s no sense in placing the grim reminder of somebody’s passing on your car. It’ll only fuck with your mind.
And if you’re the Roadside Memorial type, you can knock that shit off, too. It’s just ridiculous.
Save your sentiments for the cemetery because, well, that’s where they need to be.
The world will thank you for it. Or at least I will.
*feedback and a click*
*steps away from the blog*
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