This post is the sequel to my recent article The Angry Lego Man in my Junk Drawer. I hope you are entertained and enlightened, or enterlightened.
I love my Guerilla Glue. I have a long list of items that I have used it to repair, from plates and cups to loose shelves and even a coffee table. I love it because of the label, which says “For the toughest jobs on the planet.” Hmm.
What are your toughest jobs? Piecing together some old ceramics or wood? Gluing a few broken figurines? What about healing your shattered dreams?
In my home I have a shelf where I keep my shattered dreams. I figure it is easier to have it all in one place so that I can keep my broken bits organized. This way on Saturday mornings no one vacuums away the forgotten pieces of my life.
What’s on your shelf of shattered dreams?
On my shelf I keep my broken ceramic figures. Each piece on the shelf has sentimental value, reminding me of family, my trip to Peru and Walmart. My family spends a lot of time in Walmart and the place has grown on me. Every aisle is full of exciting products and discounts, screaming “Just imagine how I will make your life better.” Walmart is a store of dreams. The only problem is that the dreams get broken.
As an aside, I don’t normally hear voices coming from household objects. I only hear the voices when something breaks. The broken pieces cry tiny tears, hoping for a miracle.
That is, until I bring it all together with Guerilla Glue. The stuff is amazing. So I wondered, if Guerilla Glue can silence the voices in my head, can it also fix my shattered dreams?
Growing up I dreamed of being an Inventor and then later a Forest Ranger. At other times I imagined being the Lone Ranger, or a character in Star Wars, fighting Darth Vader. A few times I imagined singing on stage and wondered what it would be like to be discovered.
“A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty ‘Hi-Yo Silver!’ The Lone Ranger. With his faithfil companion Tonto, the daring and resourceful masked man of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early West.”
Have my dreams become a reality? Sadly, no they are not. I am not a Forest Ranger, Luke Skywalker, the Lone Ranger, I don’t have a singing contract and no I am not an inventor. These are my shattered dreams. Are these jobs for Guerilla Glue?
It would be weird to show up at George Lucas’ studio with a bottle of Guerilla Glue and describe how I would like to be part of the cast for the new Star Wars movie. I would probably be escorted away. Taking my glue into the forest to find my Ranger self would be just crazy. Even I know that. I don’t know how to glue my way to a better voice. And gluing additional brain cells onto my skull will probably not make me smart enough to be an inventor.
By now, you are probably thinking that I probably should throw away my Guerilla Glue and get some Acceptance Adhesive instead. Sometimes accepting our shattered dreams is the path to discovering true happiness.
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
My broken friends don’t speak to me anymore, but not because I am on medication. I am onto more important things now. I decided that I will use my Guerilla Glue to fix the calendar. The world would be a better place if we skipped Mondays and just jumped right into Tuesday.
Keep it real
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