Day 2 of our 30 Day Writing Challenge. (No one said that the days had to be in order. We make up our own rules here.) Prompt: Search up the word “solve” in your text messages, and see where it takes you.
Want to join in on the fun? Write your own entry to the prompt! Choose your own word or use “solve”. It may just inspire you.
For all my fellow rock climbers, this may be a common theme. You go to the climbing gym and suddenly you’ve transformed into a tape mummy.
Tape all over each knuckle of your finger, every toe, and why not just slap some on your knee too while you’re at it? Say, that shoulder is looking a little bare, throw some tape on that too.
It is supposedly good for your muscles and joints. It keeps everything in line, gives you some extra support. Maybe it’ll turn your fingers into sticky tree frog fingers, and suddenly you can just zoom up the wall. Or maybe if you cover yourself with enough of it, you will become undead and transform into an actual mummy. Just instead with climber’s tape than ancient Egyptian wraps.
They really should put some warning labels on this stuff. Maybe there is too much of a good thing.
Because really. How much do you think the tape helps? When your joints are all falling apart and the ligaments are coming undone.
When I was a kid, I thought tape was some magical adhesive. I used it to make all my paper projects. It sure was easier than Elmer’s glue when you’re just learning how to use your hands. Even if it made my little paper foxes look like they were covered in plastic. You could tape anything together! Even make Barbie dresses out of it and color it over with marker.
I distinctly remember discovering duct tape too. I stuck it all over my childhood wall to hang up a scarf for my dolls to play with. My dad sure liked that… We peeled it off and it pulled up the paint and pieces of the dry wall.
Needless to say, I was not allowed duct tape up in my room anymore.
Tape has its moment. It has its purpose. It’s easy to use. It does keep things together. Broke a vase, tape it back together. It may not look the same, or be able to hold water any more. But in some sense of the word it becomes a vase again.
Had your finger cut right off? Sure. You can tape that right back together. Lost a leg? Tape that bad boy up. Arms, feet, may as well just cover your whole head in it.
Maybe I was on to something that tape transforms you into a mummy.