Sunday, July 8, 2007
One morning last week we walked from the house to the town square and Memo turns to me and says, "I don't think that I have ever seen a stop sign!" It's true. There are stoplights on the main road, but stop signs in the village seem non-existent.
I would think that stop signs could help to minimize accidents. They may not be much of a priority in a little village. No doubt there must be one or two corners where signs may help.
It would be great if those of us living with Bipolar I or II had a magical stop sign that would smack us on the head when needed. All those abandoned projects, unused gym memberships, and spending sprees would be stopped. Hypomania and mania could be "controlled".
Imagine being stopped from spending money you don't have and making some life decision that you may regret. Yep, a good old smack could save lives, prevent family problems, and perhaps even help some of us keep steady employment.
Send me a stop sign!