Levels of Irritations

Shall I tell you that I'm enraged? Let me count the ways.

This isn't some Shakespearean sonnet. He captured love and beauty with such miraculous words, I sometimes can't fathom that he was a human such as the rest of us. It's so...inhuman, the way that he wrote. So eloquent. Where is that today? Lost. That's what happened. How and what ever happened to human speech, I shall never know. Perhaps, it's a characteristic along with origianl sin. As is never being pleased. But I've always been easy to please! I don't want much. As Kacie once told me, "It's easy to get along with you."

I am ! At least, I truly do try to be easy to get along with. To try to not be a burden. .And to always always always be content with that which is there. But to take away what is there! What am I to be content with? If a being is perfectly fine having something, is it not logical that it shall cry out if that which it has no problem having is taken away?

Simply put, why must all these technological woes plague me? What have I ever done?

Nothing works and the backways are all failures. Failure failure failure!Why must I be the one to deal with such complexities? In the face of adversary, it's ridiculously unfair. I'm going to scream out in hatred. 

I'm incredibly irritated by this plague of technological nuisances!!

And then...

You people! You!!! All (X) of you! What is it?

Desire me back? Desire me to leave?

What do you want of me?

You demand one thing but when I proffer it you no longer want it.

Well, then! I'll take my leave if that's all

I'm really sick of maarte! It's just annoying and I don't want to deal with it.

If i see it, I'm out. Because when I made attempts to stick it out, it just got ignored, so i don't want to extend my hand out to it if i don't feel like it'll be accepted; sorry, that's the way the cookie crumbles...aiyo.