the annoying bliss of pink carnation polka dots

i can’t tell what these carnations are trying to say. there’s something insistent about them. they are really really happy, and they sort of want me to know about it. they may want me to know about it more than i actually want to know about it. they may want me to know about it in a way that, innocent and well meaning though it may be, is also just a little bit annoying. they are sort of the jehovah’s witnesses of pink carnation wallpaper. like, i accept that you have found all the answers and are very content about your life choices, but they are probably not my life choices, and really i can’t stand here at the door and listen to you right now. i have to get dinner on the table.