
I don't know how life could get any more hectic. But decade after
decade things only get worse. In the good old days people had to go to
school till the eighth grade or something. Now we have to graduate just
to scrape a meager living.
No wonder people are going berserk. Everybody's busy, everybody's
distracted.
Just the other day I was talking with a friend of mine about all the
weird things that people end up doing because they are distracted by a
million other things they should be doing in that exact moment of time.
Twenty four hours a day just don't seem to cut it anymore.
Ok I've been nutty from birth, that's a fact, but what about others.
Seemingly sane people can be driven insane, simply forced to do
seriously loony things by their busy schedule. One of my friends and I
went to a one of those mobile pastry shops to get our breakfast - as
usual - one hectic morning. We were discussing something while my friend
put tissues inside our pastry bags.
She was so distracted - by most probably a serious issue at work -
that when the cashier asked for the money, my friend almost handed him
the tissues.
I can understand the pressures of a workplace but what I can't
understand is what drives my mother insane.
My mother is a retired teacher, but her habits took a turn for the
worse after she quit her job. She often went to the refrigerator opens
the door and forgets what she wants.
Other times with a bundle of clothes and stare at the cramped space
inside with the door open.
She only realized her blunder when she couldn't find any space to put
the clothes in! And the next minute she'd head for the closet with the
sugar container.
Sometimes when I complain about the volume of the TV, she points the
remote at my butt, just because it completely escapes her that no matter
how hard she presses that button it won't shut me up. Sometimes when I
ask her to do two things at once her wires get crossed. She has been
known to attempt to reduce the volume while pointing the remote at the
clock, because I asked her what time it was.
How much wackier could people get! |