Flag. Hmm, that doesn’t spark much inspiration. I’m not a flag-waving kind o’ gal.
I mean, I love Canada and all that and feel fortunate to live here but you won’t catch me waving the flag yelling, “Yeah, we’re the greatest country in the world!” I may think it but I never yell it out loud.
My in-laws were American from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. They were so convinced that America was the greatest country in the world they were surprised I didn’t want to live there. Who doesn’t want to live in America? But an even greater surprise was that their son didn’t want to live there either, he preferred to live in Canada.
They were flag-waving Americans: had a flag-pole and flag, the whole nine yards. They truly believed America was the greatest country in the world and everyone wants to live there, except us, but we were hippies so that kind of explained it. You know, socialists!
I could also talk about red flags. I’m thinking of a few red flags that were raised before me that I ran right past. Its all behind me, well, more or less, so I can’t be bothered to write about it. I’ll just say, “Trust your gut feelings, they are your subconscious yelling at you.” There’s a little tiny YOU waving a red flag!
Well, that’s all I can think up about flags.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “flag.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!