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January 8, 2010 - Karin Elton
The person I was riding with didn’t want to use her seat belt so her car kept dinging at her. She said to it, “I know, I know. You want me to put my seat belt on.”
I said wouldn’t it be nice if there were a dinging sound when you were about to eat the wrong thing or say the wrong thing?
I know — it’s called a conscience or an inner voice, but sometimes it doesn’t speak forcefully enough or you forgot that something was bad. Just a little helper.
Third cookie — ding, ding, ding! About to yell impatiently at your kids — ding, ding! At the grocery store and reaching for the processed cheese — ding, ding!
Yeah, it would drive a person — ding-y after a while, but by that time you might be hard-wired to do the right thing and not need it as much.
Until the time comes when we have the automated ding-er installed in our heads, I’ll have to just try to up the volume of my inner ding-er.
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