beyond_rhythm

Enter: Walmart, 8pm. A scary, unforgiving mass of humanity walks, runs, skips, or otherwise mobilizes themselves down isles torn apart by the latest apocolypse called "dinner hour". I have talked myself into being brave enough to enter for the sake of dirty guinnea pig cages and a lack of "thank you" card needed by tommorrow. It physically pains me to walk into Walmart most days. But I did it. Upon walking into the card isle, I was attacked by giant signs screaming "BIRTHDAY!" at me. And there, in a foot long space in the corner was a tiny sign which read, not "Thank you" but "Thank you/Congratulations". This is when I realized how clear America's problem is...and how ironic it is that it blares itself in the most flourescent colors down the isles of the most popular corporation in America. America has little concern for appreciation. About 15 total cards worth of unappreciation. I picked from the minimal selection, found the shortest line, and left wishing I had taken a thank you card and put one in front of every birthday card except the last foot of the isle. I'm not saying birthdays aren't important....but thank yous should not be so overrun. There are just as many people worth thanking for their years as there are people worth acknowledging for their age.