Monday, December 19, 2005
Repetitious
Well it seems I need to say a couple of things again. Mybe if just for the record.
First.
Gawd I cannot tell you how annoying it is to converse with someone (either by means of the phone or IM) and all you hear is them talking. Yack, yack, yack, yack, yack,yack!!! You know those conversations when maybe you can't get a word in edgewise. Or maybe it's a conversation where all you hearing is the monotony of someones erreday shit. Maybe it's some one talking bout the shit the either just bought or are completely absorbed in. Maybe it's someone with problems that really son't want an opinion or advise (nooooooo, that would mean getting a word in), they want a sounding board or an audience. Maybe it's the small talk or totally asinine nonsense. Maybe it's complaining. Whatever case it may be, yackin is fugin lame. My mother taught me a little trick. If you see or hear the word "I" in like almost if not every sentence....RUN! This is a big symptom of the one way conversation that can literally burn a hole in your ears or eyes. If you must spend such a large amount of time within a conversation yacking about nan, please do your listener (um perhaps this might be your friend?!) a favor, ask how they are doing before you get into your soliloquy. I mean dayum I've had whole one sided conversations where all I've said to incur more yackin was uhuh, yeah, word for like an hour. Ya know one word replies. Ummmm HELLO!? Now, I am not gonna lie and say I have never caught the yack bug. But, I can say that I expect my homies to shout me out. I know I often make a conscious effort catch myself.
So the moral to this story is...If you can't listen (at all) or even ENGAGE in a conversation...
then SHUT THE FUCK UP! Cause I really don't wanna hear it!
Conversations are a dialogue, a 2 way street. If they can't be like that, spare me please. Which leads me to the next repetitious thing I need to put up here.
Second.
Yo, I don't give 2 shits about the gatdamn phone. I don't use it unless I'm on the dial-up. No I don't want to talk to "you, you, you and all of you in the back & in the middle, in the front, YO." Reason being primarily because of the first half of this post. Other than that, I don't have shit to say or talk about. If I don't have anything constructive, or colorful I don't wanna use the fuggin thing. This is one of the reasons why I shut down my celly. I truly believe the phone is for my convenience not the callers. Why do I have to feel like I the bad guy cause I DON'T WANT TO TALK ON THE PHONE! Shit send me an email. IM me or something. Now I do have some real close friends that I have been lax on answering or returning their phone calls. Yo! I'm sorry, I'm dealing with my own processes and I don't feel like talking about it. Some days it's not personal. I JUST DON'T WANT TO TALK. I've written on this blog before. These days I reall hate the fuckin phone. Everytime it rings it annoys the fugg outta me. Everytime I got paint all over my hands, pastels all over me and I gotta STOP what I'm trying to concentrate on to answer a call...I GET ANNOYED AS FUGGGGGGG! Then on top of that if I gotta hear the yackin' I'm seething by the time I've hung up. I say, WHY BOTHER.
OOOOOKAAAAAY!
I know it's harsh...but this too shall pass.
SUE ME!
4therecord.
Well it seems I need to say a couple of things again. Mybe if just for the record.
First.
Gawd I cannot tell you how annoying it is to converse with someone (either by means of the phone or IM) and all you hear is them talking. Yack, yack, yack, yack, yack,yack!!! You know those conversations when maybe you can't get a word in edgewise. Or maybe it's a conversation where all you hearing is the monotony of someones erreday shit. Maybe it's some one talking bout the shit the either just bought or are completely absorbed in. Maybe it's someone with problems that really son't want an opinion or advise (nooooooo, that would mean getting a word in), they want a sounding board or an audience. Maybe it's the small talk or totally asinine nonsense. Maybe it's complaining. Whatever case it may be, yackin is fugin lame. My mother taught me a little trick. If you see or hear the word "I" in like almost if not every sentence....RUN! This is a big symptom of the one way conversation that can literally burn a hole in your ears or eyes. If you must spend such a large amount of time within a conversation yacking about nan, please do your listener (um perhaps this might be your friend?!) a favor, ask how they are doing before you get into your soliloquy. I mean dayum I've had whole one sided conversations where all I've said to incur more yackin was uhuh, yeah, word for like an hour. Ya know one word replies. Ummmm HELLO!? Now, I am not gonna lie and say I have never caught the yack bug. But, I can say that I expect my homies to shout me out. I know I often make a conscious effort catch myself.
So the moral to this story is...If you can't listen (at all) or even ENGAGE in a conversation...
then SHUT THE FUCK UP! Cause I really don't wanna hear it!
Conversations are a dialogue, a 2 way street. If they can't be like that, spare me please. Which leads me to the next repetitious thing I need to put up here.
Second.
Yo, I don't give 2 shits about the gatdamn phone. I don't use it unless I'm on the dial-up. No I don't want to talk to "you, you, you and all of you in the back & in the middle, in the front, YO." Reason being primarily because of the first half of this post. Other than that, I don't have shit to say or talk about. If I don't have anything constructive, or colorful I don't wanna use the fuggin thing. This is one of the reasons why I shut down my celly. I truly believe the phone is for my convenience not the callers. Why do I have to feel like I the bad guy cause I DON'T WANT TO TALK ON THE PHONE! Shit send me an email. IM me or something. Now I do have some real close friends that I have been lax on answering or returning their phone calls. Yo! I'm sorry, I'm dealing with my own processes and I don't feel like talking about it. Some days it's not personal. I JUST DON'T WANT TO TALK. I've written on this blog before. These days I reall hate the fuckin phone. Everytime it rings it annoys the fugg outta me. Everytime I got paint all over my hands, pastels all over me and I gotta STOP what I'm trying to concentrate on to answer a call...I GET ANNOYED AS FUGGGGGGG! Then on top of that if I gotta hear the yackin' I'm seething by the time I've hung up. I say, WHY BOTHER.
OOOOOKAAAAAY!
I know it's harsh...but this too shall pass.
SUE ME!
4therecord.
