[BGmusic: Change the Numbers by Sophie Madeleine]
Quote of the day:
“Truth is more of a stranger than fiction.”
- Mark Twain
Wouldn’t it be great if we had one day dedicated to unabashed honesty, sans repercussions? Just imagine—one anarchic day to finally get that weight of your chest and admit to your fourth-grade teacher to being the one who killed off the class goldfish, to tell the boy you’ve been watching that you’ve been watching him, to confess that in reality you’re not a Pink Floyd fan—you just pretended so they would like you and you could maybe be friends. Think of all that we could accomplish in that one day; think of all the pairs of jeans-that-make-your-butt-look-big you’re going to throw out; think of the lines drawn in relationships that needed them; think of long-“forgotten” issues we can stop rehashing and finally get closure for.
The cool thing about this is what happens the next day, when our social filters kick back in. We won’t have any memory of what happened the day before, but we’ll notice how we suddenly have more space in our closets. And some of us will discover that they do have the courage to tell her she’s beautiful, or they’ll find themselves paying more attention to the quiet guy they keep running into at the photocopiers. Ill-fitting jobs will be vacated and filled by the people who want them. Without knowing how or why, fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters all over the world will look at each other with new-found understanding and respect.
Or.
Maybe nothing will happen, maybe we’ll forget and that will be that. But regardless of whether or not anything changes, our breathing will be a little easier in the lingering aftertaste of clarity, the remainder of just one day of sweet, reckless abandon. Wouldn’t that in itself be great?