Why Are You So Angry
When I was young, all I ever thought about was what I didn’t have and wanted, never about what I had and did not need. When I grew old, all I ever thought about was what I didn’t do with what I had, never about what I did with it. A great regret is that I did not see this happening and in missing it, I likely hurt some who cared and provided deeply for me. The consequence of this fault in my stars was trivial in comparison to those made by so many others in unending pursuit of desires over needs.
Grandpa, why are you watching TV with the sound off?
Because I can’t stand to hear the endless spewing of weasel words (i.e., empty, hollow, meaningless claims) and unbridled opining of former assistants to assistants, billionaires with no remorse for fleecing all of us, has-been athletes with nothing to say, self-believed “personalities” passing on “breaking news,” or mindless “need-to-knows” of the moment. Because it is disgusting enough to watch a self-perceived diva stuffing her face with sushi she just “learned how to make” and claims is “so special” (because she made it). I can only imagine how bad it would be with her prickly voice added to the mix. Look away and you won’t remember what you don’t see but you can’t unhear what you have heard.
Because I can’t stand lying. Commercial television is the culture of creating false impressions (e.g., faux Viking bites of food she does not and never will eat), making promises you can’t keep. Commercial television is a culture of lying that creates hype and false impressions (e.g., same great rates for everybody).
Because I can’t stand to listen to ordinary people faking celebrity and being paid extravagant amounts of money to answer stupid questions from wannabee and want to be journalists or spew much ado about nothing to other fools for repeating.
Because I can’t stand the listen to self-promotion and other blather promising the moon but delivering nothing.
Because there is no hope in the sewers and cesspools that advertising has become on the Internet, radio, and television.
It’s a curse but we all have our separate but equal crosses to bear.