The complacent irony of this idea has led you to get the song by the Police stuck, playing mindlessly, the chorus, in an infinite succession. While you smile for your appreciation of the song, you are immediately distraught with the length that the day can be drawn out to, when all you can think of is 15 seconds of a song.
On the way to work, you listen to the radio, however, instead of actual music, you're caught in a commercial vortex. You are subjected to, tortured you think, by the worst jingles you've ever experiences. Ads flaunting low-priced foods, low-priced automobiles, low-priced loans and low-priced drugs invade your commute and take your brain hostage.
You enter the building, and punch in, hoping you can find some solace in the work you're expected to do. That you're going to be able to survive to the end of the day.
You spend the rest of your morning humming a hodgepodge combination of the jingles and the song:
"I wish I never passed up the great rates on the turkey penis enlargement, life was only 4.9% when it was driving a new Chrysler, Jeep or Dodge."
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And people think they aren't affected by advertising.
Anyone who claims to be unaffected by advertising is absolutely full of shit. On the other hand, you can recognize that affect and spend the rest of your life second guessing yourself.
Ignorance is bliss.
My grandmother used to always tell me to never buy a product if I didn't like their advertising. She really paid attention to it and changed her shopping habits based on what she saw on tv and heard on the radio.
Sometimes when new products come out, I find myself reminded of what she said and I don't buy if I don't like the ad.
So am I more affected by advertising or my grandmother? Hmmm...
If advertising has such an effect on people, my job here is done.
That was a depressingly ominous statement.
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