A mental breakdown and the geico advertising

I’ve had a bit of a difficult week this week…some may call it a funk, others may consider it insanity…all I know is that the Geico commercial with the money and the eyeballs scares me and literally makes me nauseous. I can’t post a picture for reference because I honestly cannot look at the image of the “mascot” without water flooding my mouth and feeling as though I might hurl.

How bad is this fear?

1.) While going for a walk the other day a banner advertisement was flying above me. As soon as I saw what the advertisement was I felt nauseous and Cooper had to steer me in a direction away from the banner for the remainder of what was to be a pleasant jaunt.

2.) I was watching TV the other night, enjoying a few moments of mindless entertainment, when THE commercial came on…immediately I made loud noises to mask the commercial’s theme song (cooper had the remote), Cooper started laughing at me, I starting laughing (it was kind of funny) but then my laughs turned in to solid tears which turned into a serious breakdown. Cooper was scared, not sure what to think about this crazy girl and I couldn’t stop thinking about the commercial and how serious my pain was. Please, to the makers of the commercial, please please change your theme…for the sake of my sanity!

Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com! View all posts by Ali Carras