Hello? Hello?

The hatred I feel is overwhelming. I can’t think of the last time I wanted to destroy or toss something across the room more than I do now. Some days I hope to get by without the feeling creeping up on me but it never fails, it rears its ugly face and I can’t control myself. I toss my phone across the room, at the wall, and even into my car windshield on one special occasion. As soon as it “thumps out" (as I like to refer to it as) all I want to do is bash it’s face in. No, that call wasn’t important and I guess I really didn’t want to send that text message. Fuck you phone! You are the bain of my existence and I get excited each day to rip a link off of my paper chain to count down the days to my new phone.

On multiple occasions I truly wish my phone had feelings just so I could express how much dislike I have for it. People probably think I have lost my mind when they see me whispering angry comments at the screen because it wouldn’t let me do something. I am convinced it has a mind of its own and I can’t wait to teach it a lesson once I get a new phone and don’t have to put up with its shenanigans anymore (t-minus 24 days). I hope all other phones I own learn from the example I am going to make of this S.O.B.

ROAD BUMP

What happens when you hit a bump in the road that throws you and your passenger around? You saw it coming and knew in your heart that there wasn’t any way of avoiding it. You are honestly surprised that you have been able to avoid it for as long as you have. You walk away a little shaken up but basically unscathed, that’s when you look at the person with you and see the broken heart they are holding in their hands. They look at you, dead in the face and ask you why? Why did you hit that bump? What did they do to deserve it? You realize you have no reason to give, no answer that would be good enough. The only thing left for you to do is get back on the road until you meet someone else who wants to join you on the ride. You can only hope that the next bump you hit won’t leave anyone broken hearted.