Little Boxes

You can’t go through a single day without encountering a box.

Ear worm alert! I have the song Little Boxes by Pete Seeger stuck in my head. It crawled inside my head during my 45-minute commute to work. Because cars are basically little boxes on wheels.

All these people, rolling along in their little boxes, not interacting with each other at all. In fact, they’re actively trying to avoid each other. Physics. The gift that keeps on giving.

And then they go home to their little boxes, or to work in their little cubicles which is just another word for a little box. We stare into little boxes in the form of smart phones. We gaze at them to watch television. We store our excess crap in them. Our mail comes in them. Our food is packaged in them. I defy you to go through a single day without encountering a box.

And we spend a lot of time trying to categorize everyone around us. Should you be put in the old box or the young box? Which racial box do you fit in? No straddling boxes allowed! Are you politically red or blue? Are you rich or poor, educated or not, fat or thin, tall or short, male or female (ABSOLUTELY no straddling those boxes, oh my goodness, no. Heaven forfend.)

People cannot stand it when you refuse to fit neatly into your box. How are they supposed to treat you when your lid keeps popping off and you spill out? It’s just… well… rude.

When all is said and done, the majority of us, upon dying, will be put into yet another box, whether it’s a small one or a large one. And our relatives will most likely feel stress and guilt over whether the box is nice enough, because it’s your last box, after all.

But let’s face it. We aren’t going to care. It’s. Just. A. Box.


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Author: The View from a Drawbridge

I have been a bridgetender since 2001, and gives me plenty of time to think and observe the world.

6 thoughts on “Little Boxes”

  1. Arrgh…I had just gotten This Is The Song That Never Ends out of my feeble brain only to be replaced with this one. Thanks Barb. I’d pack them both up in a box but mine are all full and in storage …will a bag do? I spilled out of my box long ago, wandered off and no one has come looking for me yet. It’s okay, I found a cozy bag to live in.

  2. A little off topic but I thought you’d like ideas on recycling out of date text books and the rare book that should never have been printed… On pinterest, under book art, you’ll find more inspiration. Turn them into works of art instead of boxing them up and throwing them out, or stack them to create box shaped tiny houses. 🙂

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