Ms. ANTI -MESS showed up today packing a sign and her blow horn. Father straight and narrow stood behind whispering, “Yeah, whatever she said.”
She blew through the dining room screaming at Sister Black and Brother White for messing up the table and her righteous life. What were they thinking? Life was challenging enough. How dare they be so ungrateful, messy, unorganized and down right unpredictable? And another thing. ..She’d been to the doctor and their messes were infecting her. If they didn’t get their act together, she’d be dead of a mess-attack, in no time.
Next Ms. Mess Protester eyed her guests. All the while, father straight and narrow encouraged, “Go girl.”
How dare Uncle Dirty and Aunt Slobby show so little respect? How dare they soil this organized, pristine, castle and make a mess of everything she’d polished perfectly clean? Why look at them. …Aunt Slobby didn’t have heels on and it was nearly breakfast time and when was the last time Uncle Dirty had shaved? She made it clear, to both of them. No one colored outside the lines- not here. She had rules. Excellence wasn’t an accident. It took years of discipline and attention to detail. The entire world might spin out of control but in this house security was in their control. All they had to do was follow a few rules. This was their last warning. The next time they took her neatly packed, alphabetized life out of the boxes she’d prepared for it ,she’d kick their related buns to the curb.
On the way to the pantry to put away her blow horn a voice whispered, “And what do you suppose we do about the messes inside of you?” .
Glancing right and left she looked for father straight and narrow. He was nowhere in sight.
“Really, what do you suppose the kids and your guests might say if they saw THE inside of you? What if they knew; what I knew? Why is it you work so hard to make every thing on the outside so perfect and leave your insides- like this?”
Ms. Protestor hung her head.
“How about you put down that sign and turn off that mega phone. And then how about you walk over that line you’ve created between you and all the messes I’ve arranged for you…. And by the way. I didn’t send you here to clean up the world- you’re mission is to learn how to love….no matter how messy it gets
Why Is Life So Messy Or Is It Just Me? Satire
