Warning Label

Warning Label

Caution: Contents under pressure. May spontaneously organise
Your bookshelves by hue, then height, then the year they were penned.
Side effects include: drawers rearranged without warning – surprise!
And cupboards that suddenly follow a system you’ll never comprehend.

Do not expose to half-finished tasks or abandoned affairs;
This quirk feeds on loose ends like flames upon tinder-dry wood.
Will circle back, asking questions, ascending forgotten stairs,
Resurrecting old conversations you thought were dead and gone for good.

May cause excessive tangents when telling the simplest tale,
Each anecdote sprouting branches, roots digging through time.
The destination gets buried beneath historical detail,
As though every story requires its proper footnotes and paradigm.

Keep away from small injustices – even the slightest slight
Observed in shop queues or on buses will fester and grow.
This quirk remembers everything: every rudeness, every slight,
Collecting them like specimens in jars, all carefully arranged in a row.

Warning: Cannot let things rest. Will worry them like a bone,
Turning problems over and over until they’re polished smooth.
Requires answers to questions that most would leave alone,
And silence feels like sandpaper – rough, insistent, uncouth.

Handle with patience. Store in spaces where curiosity won’t cause harm.
Best paired with those who understand that quirks are what we are:
Not flaws to be corrected, but the particular charm
That makes us luminous, peculiar – our own eccentric star.


Bob Lynn | © 2025 Vox Meditantis. All rights reserved.

3 responses to “Warning Label”

  1. Tony avatar

    Long may your eccentric starlight shine on through the darkness!

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  2. midwife.mother.me. avatar

    I cannot overemphasise how much I wish such labels (caring, non-judgemental, informative) actually existed. It would revolutionise parenting. I always felt guilty that I didn’t understand my kids at all because they are their own mysterious individual selves. We muddled through, as people do!

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    1. Bob Lynn avatar

      It feels so deeply true, that longing for gentle, matter-of-fact labels that say, “Handle with kindness; here is what helps.” Such a small thing in theory, yet it would change the whole atmosphere of a childhood, and perhaps the whole nervous system of a parent.

      That sense of guilt you describe – the quiet worry that not understanding your children meant you were somehow failing them – is such a heavy, undeserved burden. The very fact you noticed their mysteriousness and honoured it, even while feeling lost, speaks volumes about the kind of parent you are. Wanting to understand is its own form of love.

      There is something beautiful and a little heartbreaking in “we muddled through.” It is exactly what most people do, but rarely name so honestly. No instruction manual, no neat diagram of their quirks – just you, watching, listening, making mistakes, trying again. In a way, that becomes the real warning label: “Trial and error in progress. Approach with patience and a sense of humour.”

      If such labels ever did exist, perhaps they would not tell you how to get it “right” so much as reassure you that not understanding perfectly is not a crime, only a condition of love between separate souls. You and your children walked that uncertain path together, and you stayed. That staying, through the muddle, is the quiet revolution.

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