The other day, I saw a humorous article somewhere on the web, with a joke that goes something like this (No, I can't remem where, and this is paraphrased/my version):
A man steps into a stall in a public restroom and goes about his 'duty'. After a bit, he was surprised to hear a person in an adjoining stall say, "hi, how are you?".To this, he retorts, " well, fine, thanks". Other person: "So, what's up?", to which he replied, "Well, I'm taking a shit, if you don't mind". Next, the odd fellow nearby asks, "can I come over?" Now annoyed and a bit apprehensive, the man replies, " No, I'm kinda busy over here, ya know?". Following this, the other person says, "Hey, I'll call you back in a minute--there's some asshole in the next stall who keeps answering my questions...".
Lawl! Yeah, that was funny enough for me to actually laugh out loud. But it's also a commentary on the 'phony' people and a seemingly addictive habit of phoning &/or texting which now pervades society. I gotta tell you, as an old-school fart, I just don't get it. It's so frackin annoying--all this phony BS!
I mean, Does one really need to be in constant contact, like say, in the 'can'? And, does anyone really care where one is going, or doing, on a moment-by-moment basis? I think not. It may be that everyone 'tweeting', is indeed a twit, and a deluded, self-important, perhaps even narcissistic, person--to think that anybody really gives a flying rat's ass regarding what and/or who they're doing, or where it occurs. There's limits here that have been exceeded.
Somehow, there's got to be a brilliant person or group that is laughing--besides me--all the way to the bank. "Gotcha!, you stupid, gullible, and suggestible world!". Twenty years from now [ya, if I were still around], I would not be surprised to find that these addictive twits all end up with some weird kind of cancer in their brains/face/ears. I will coin it now: Telenoma! LOL!
...and that's the way it is; Friday,19 August 2011...
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