I like to see a fusion of modern and classic when it comes to interior decorating and fashion. I like the new sleek televisions. The old ones with back needed that revision. Love today's modern furniture. Ergonomic chairs and futuristic book shelves. Solar powered roofs paired with smart homes. Everything is turning smart, next thing will be our combs. Refrigerators telling us what food we need. Tech accelerating at super speed. Ten years from now the bedroom will probably look completely different. No wires visible, they're all hidden. Voice activation is the new remote. On every night stand is an amazon echo. Credit card, credit fraud. Kept in wallets abroad. The system is flawed. All that money in that card is a constant blinder. Every time we pull it out it is a debt reminder. Buy it now and just pay it back later. They make it sound like they're doing you a favor. One missed payment and they're garnishing your wages. Gotta take a mortgage on your home, how you going to feed your babies? They want swiper to keep swiping. Cross hairs your money and they sniping. Swiping it at the same speed as lightning. When the bill comes in you'll be frightened. Now you have to file for bankruptcy. Eyes too big, maybe you misjudged it. Thought credit gave you muscle. Really it swept your legs from under you.
My patience is going to cost you. I’ll wait for your understanding because I feel like I just lost you. If you want me to wait, great, pay. Think I’ll wait for free, no, way. Don’t you think I deserve something in return? You’ve taken away my time, something you can’t return. What is my incentive for patience? Give me some motivation, otherwise my time is wasting.
Frustration is building. My head is tilting. My patience should cost you upwards of a billion. You tripping, thinking I’m going to wait all day. This is some kind of game that I ain’t gon’ play. If I listen to what you trying to say, I’ll be waiting around until my hair turns gray. How about I just leave? I’m not naïve. If I agree to wait now, it’ll be longer and longer. Either you arrive on time or this whole thing is over. My patience is going to cost you. Patience is a virtue and when you break it that’s unlawful. Shame on you, I’ll place the blame on you. Taking away another’s time is like a stain on you. A piece of guilt that you can’t scrub off. No amount of dry cleaning, hot steaming, heavy drinking, well you get my meaning. Time is everything. Don’t you try to waste mine. Take this look on my face as a sign that if I find any wasted time, it’ll be cleaned up with a monetary fine. You know how companies will take your money using an ill technique at the worst time when they know your account is weak. You call them back as soon as you notice the leak, and they say your refund will take 4 to 6 weeks. But if you’re late one day on a payment to them they’re charging you a late fee. The absurdity is too much. Such practices should inspire activists to reach out and touch. My patience should cost, just like theirs does. To me, patience is a sign of respect. It says, I understand you can’t get to me yet, I will not fret about your tardiness. I assume our arrangement has not been forgotten. I assure you my attitude will not turn rotten. Something must have come up or you’re simply running behind. I presume you aren’t purposely disrespecting my time. You can be innocent until I feel otherwise. Time misuses are explained away with excuses that can lead to confusion, irritation, and nuisance. Don’t really want an explanation, just a simple quick apology. Acknowledge you’ve wasted my time honestly and we can move on without losing any quality. This is interesting. This picture my friend just sent me. I'm not busy. Just walking from the deli downtown. Got my head down. Not trying to speak to anyone. This phone has my attention.Been walking all my life, I know where I'm going. Not like it's ice on the ground from it snowing. This is easy. Just stay on the sidewalk for pedestrians. No danger in front of me, I'll respond to these messages.
Look at this video! This kitten is so cute. Volume all the way up, my headphones don't have a mute. This is a quick commute. About a mile of walking. Just a couple streets that I'm crossing. I'll be fine as long as I'm walking in the crossing. No traffic is in sight. Don't know if I have the go ahead from the light. I just commented on this video and waiting for this other one to download. Off to look at cool photos. Maybe comment on some of those. Omg, someone just liked my post! Who's blowing there horn, must be a jerk. Let me finish this last sentence before I look to see who is it? "I been good man, just living…" Everyday is a mystery.
We don't know the outcome can only guess at the ending. We are terrible at predicting. Though our minds need convincing. We learn to look ahead while we're children. Pick a scenario and be confident in our commitment. Truth is, we don't know the future. It's not a skill that we're lacking that can be fixed by a tutor. Seeing ahead sometimes is as credible as a rumor. Could be right could be absolute bunk. Strong attachments to the outcome can have our hopes sunk. Who would've thunk that our predictions could be wrong. Not with all of our rationale and readily accessible knowledge. For all of the things we learn in college you'd think we'd have good predicting prowess. True we get it right every now and then. Out of a thousand losses we remember that one win. Experiences are layered.
The things we buy are basic. That new car won't make you happy. It's short term not long lasting. Nice clothes can make you feel good just like new paint on a rusted hood. Brand new appliances new accessories new furniture new materials that aren't necessities. Let this material obsession rest in peace. What makes us happy are memories. Action mixed with imagery. Material possessions typically go unmentioned in a eulogy. Who cares about what you own? It only matters what you did who you were with the memories created around a home. You can be buried with your possessions. You can take them with you underground. Won't do you much good, flossing with no one else around. Nothing like the skeleton of a king on a throne wearing a crown. |
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