I was weeding the very farthest side of the lawn when a group of strangers rounded the corner. “Can I show you guys something I just hate?,” she asked. No one answered, but no one needs to answer that kind of non-question question. I knew immediately she was talking, of course, about my front window. …
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Days Without Sugar: Advertising advertising everywhere, nor any spot to think…

I was weeding the very farthest side of the lawn when a group of strangers rounded the corner.
“Can I show you guys something I just hate?,” she asked. No one answered, but no one needs to answer that kind of non-question question.
I knew immediately she was talking, of course, about my front window.
“I just hate this,” she continued, attracting more and more of the group’s attention. “It makes me so fucking angry every single time I see it. I fucking hate it.”
Now, the group was all attending to her with their focus. I was fenced in, or I would have just left. I just focused my attention on the weeds, and ignored the rest.
“This is it,” she announced triumphantly, stopping dramatically to look.  
“Days without sugar,” said a friend, helpfully.
“I hate it!,” she exclaimed. “It is so stupid and it makes me so pissed off! Like, why do you need to tell everyone?”
I more or less filtered out the rest.
Look, I’ve expressed my regrets about the possible visual pollution before.  
I’m sorry my mental health needs are a blight on your visual landscape.
But, pega-sister, consider this, because you made me think of it:
Why is my window wrong, and Coca-Cola billboards right?
Why is my window wrong, and McDonald’s advertising right?
Why is my window wrong, and Vitamin Water splash posters right?
Why is my window wrong, and what makes corporate advertising of an addictive substance okay?
I’ve been flattered a dozen or eighteen times by compliments. Still, I do realize that not everyone is complimentary, and that some people hate the window.
Hey, some people hate garden gnomes or loud curtains or quirky street numbers.
I get it.
But after this person passing by shared her hate and anger, it made me consider that the window is not really any worse than any other print advertising all around us, in every corner, in every direction.
I’m sorry if any neighbours hate the window; it’s helping me transform and reflect and change my habits and my go-to “solutions” and my life.
But hey, it’s no worse than Cadbury advertisements, or Snickers billboards.
And that makes me feel okay.  
Thanks, neighbour (also, I am sorry, and I thank you for your patience with my addiction and mental health recovery).