a sad little trip to dramaville

the last time i did my laundry, i was assaulted by a soap opera. that is because the screen overpowered the sound of washers, dryers, and ringing cellphones…

three transients washed their clothes. one emptied two duffle bags. another, who sort of resembled Morgan Freeman, switched his washed clothes into a corner dryer. an older-looking blonde played with an electronic device, ignoring reality. i leaned back against “my” washer and stared at the screen above the “dead washer” wall…

“Like sands through the hourglass…”

and then, like a never ending groundhog day movie, the sands slipped through the hourglass, changing sides…but never filling. sort of like being caught in a sad little adventure in dramaville…with everlasting reruns.

and unfortunately, it reflects a great portion of society today, at least in America.

everywhere i look, someone is texting someone about some little sad event or comment, often without thinking of the consequences…in their cars (get off the road, please!), at work, at the grocery (careful with that carriage/cart/buggy), at the restaurant, and even at the laundromat. it is a sad commentary of the state of social affairs when a vast tidal wave of texting drama queens and drama kings flood cyberspace with potty mouth messages, accusations (remember, satan is called “the accuser”) and verbage resembling voracious verbal diarrhea. it sickens me like that free flowing illness, and makes me wonder why so many brain dead idiots have succumbed to such reckless behavior.

it is obvious that it stems from so great a mass of sin…so prevalent in this western world that behavior considered psychologically unstable just thirty years ago (and since the beginning of time) is hailed as welcome in a sick, decaying society.

in fact, i remember the days when we were not allowed to watch soap operas because they were “filthy.” yet today, if you watch one…apart from bad script writing or acting, many of the characters pale in comparison to the lives of our drama kings and queens.

my question is: what is going to take to wake up the drama-infatuated from their dysfunctional lives?






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Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur, living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley; store-made soda bread has the consistency of a sea sponge; and Kerrygold butter has finally found a permanent place on the grocery shelves everywhere. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from thelostkerryman.wordpress.com, talesinastrangerstrangerland@wordpress.com, everydayasadisciple@wordpress.com, and mrandmrsboring.wordpress.com are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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1 Response to a sad little trip to dramaville

  1. smilingtoad says:

    An old chum of mine flew down to Florida for a few days. I had not seen her in five years. I thought she came for a visit with me, but when she sauntered off the plane and meandered into the whirlpool of baggage, I noticed the old bowed-head and intense, but oblivious stance. As her Pugilist Thumbs jabbed furiously at some bleeping device, I came upon her and said, “Ah ha! I see, I see. So you are going to be spending the whole time in rapture with your smarty-arse phone, here, and not me, eh?” I was joking, but it turns out, that is precisely what she did. I have never seen so much texting in all my life. One does not often see too much of it around here. I might see one texter in a whole weekend. She is from a wheezy old town in the Midwest. I guess that is just about all they do up there, along with the other usual vices. It should be a crime to text on a gorgeous Florida beach, I always say 😉 Excellent write. Descriptions involving the soap were especially disturbing to me…


    Autumn Jade

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