At the End of the Day, will the End of the Day EVER come?
I was at the computer typing away the other day, half listening to the TV to a popular day time audience participation show, where people air all their dirty washing to the world: have DNA tests done and generally get ‘advised’ and insulted by the audience. The audience participation, as well as the ‘victim’s output consisted primarily of the inane phrase ‘at the end of the day’. E.g. ‘at the end of the day drugs are crap, at the end of the day, and if you do them, well, at the end of the day, you will die, end of, at the end of the day……..’ (cue applause). And so it went on: banal statements magically transformed into pearls of wisdom by the mere waving of the verbal magic wand and the magic spell ‘at the end of the day’ (or should that be ‘attheendoftheday’ like ‘abracadabra’?
WHY? isn’t the end of the day meant to be just that (the end, finito, the last word – here it is: in a nutshell: the final summary?) But it never quite bloody gets there does it? This so called END OF THE DAY, on and on it goes, as the days grow longer and the nights draw in and the toes curl inwards and the brain screams ‘STOP! NO MORE END OF THE DAY PLEASE!
Where did it come from? (we know where it’s going…nowhere). Why are people still using it instead of ‘AND’,wouldn’t that be quicker? Why make the day any longer than neccessary? Well for a start, I would have to make a statement, and, let’s face it (another annoying one), at the end of the day, I would like it to appear that I am actually saying something of the utmost importance, at the end of the day. So there you have it, at the end of the day. AMEN, may it rest in peace, at the end of the day.