It’s pretty obvious I’m not the brightest person in the world. I pretty much pinball my way through life having misadventures and foibles. Some harmful others pretty benign.
But, for lack of a better term, I do bore easily. It’s not that I can’t stand there for hours and listen to someone prattle on about an issue. It’s just that, pretty much at the starting gun, the potential for boredom is there.
It’s the mundane ululation of most conversation that gets to me. People don’t converse any more, they lecture. If it’s something they’re interested in, such as a new hobby or recent adventure, I can hang with that.
But, most of the time, it’s not. It’s a complaint, lament, whine about a
subject that, although they care deeply about, I don’t give a dead donkey’s dick about.
It was one of these monologues that caused me to drift off into that
world where words and ideas jumble in my head in an attempt to sustain a state of awareness.
A place where words and phrases (such as dead donkey dick) flitter around my head while my eyes are focused on the muted mutation palavering in front of me. And this is when the ugly happens.
I was listening enough to get the gist of the talk. They were so inept at a situation things went wrong. But, of course, they couldn’t take the blame so spent more time finding someone/thing else to blame than it would have to repair the situation on their own.
Things were going well until he startled me by asking what I thought. I was not prepared for that so said the first thing that popped into my head.
As you’ve no doubt witnessed if you’ve stopped by here a time or two, that usually makes the other person very unhappy with me.
I’m proud to announce my streak is intact. The phrase I uttered did indeed upset this person causing them to say bad things to and about me as they stormed off.
“So, Chris, how do you feel about this?”
“I am traumatized by your mediocrity.”