Anyone that knows me knows I can whip out a cliche for almost any situation. Cliches are seen as time tested tidbits of wisdom. I call Bullshit…
A stitch in time saves nine.
Haste makes waste.
So which one is it? Should I hurry up or slow down?
The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
If you fail to plan you plan to fail.
Oh thanks. Let me overthink not thinking.
Love is worth fighting for.
If you love something, let it go.
Love is confounding enough without the Hallmark collection of hackneyed blithering blathering.
A fool and his money are quick to part.
You get by giving.
Give foolishly and get ready for the getting, is that it? Sounds lovely, but why are misers rich? Also, lots of wealthy fools. You probably should of just bought Apple or Amazon stock.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Good things come to those who wait.
See why so many are confused? Cliches have been messing with our fragile psyche. They are imposters, they seem like sage advice, but they are useless. However you can have fun modifying them. There are some I’ve modified based on my LIVED experiences.
Ride and die.
I’ll burn that bridge when I get there.
Men are from Mars and women still live there.
Sticks and stones only break my bones, but words really hurt me.
If you read this far, my apologies. As the cliche says, I can’t give you your time back.
Tris