You probably think because I type so many words on blog posts 3-5 times a week, that I talk a lot. Nope. I am a bitterman of few words. I choose to keep all my thoughts and ideas bottled up, so I can one day explode. Either that or I write them here, so that you might question my sanity.
Although I mostly don’t talk to people because it takes so much effort, a big reason why I don’t is because people don’t listen. I could have a life changing idea, or a really dumb idea, and they just don’t care. What really fries my noodle, is that some people talk just to talk. That is insanity to me, until I had my son. He will literally sit in a room playing video games and be his own commentary. I don’t know how or why he does it, but most of it is pure babble. When I choose to speak, I weight each word and syllable in my mind to see if they actually need to be said, and if they aren’t of the world changing variety, or need to be said to get someone to stop talking to me, I don’t say them.
I get that people don’t listen to me, but what baffles me is that things don’t listen to me. Take for instance my TV. For years, I’ve been yelling at my TV for the Spurs to run the pick and roll and they seem to run the give and go. I tell the girl in the scary movie not to go into that room, and still she goes. I tell the girl to avoid that lawyer type like the plague, but for some reason she keeps ignoring my advice. The worst is when I keep telling them to stop making Marvel movies and they just keep making them.
The other day, I asked my camera to take a picture and it kept just ignoring me. I might be because the power was off, but I asked it politely to turn on, and it just kept staring at me like a rebellious teenager. I’m going to be getting enough of that soon. I don’t need my camera to be watching YouTube all day and not even doing it’s one job I keep asking it to do.
The other day I asked the Gears of War game not to have glitches and spotty wi-fe all for 20 stinking minutes. Do you know how it responded to me? Glitches, spottiness, and quite frankly, a little snottiness.
This morning, I woke up, asked the shower to warm up to a reasonable temperature. Do you know what it did? Gave a me cold bitter stare. Didn’t warm up to me at all. And when I finally got out, I just sat there, steaming. I swear, these showers just have a mind of their own.
I’m getting a little tired of being ignored by all these things.
The worst of all, is I asked my computer to type an entertaining post for everyone to read this morning. And do you know what it did? Gave me this crap. If I had any more time, I would give this computer computer a full virus scan for all the trouble it has been causing me. Don’t make me do it computer.
Alright, fine. I’m doing it. And this whole post is getting erased. That will teach you not to listen to me.
Bitter Listeners Ben
Crap he uploaded the post before I could delete it. Stupid computer.