The Story of My Life

Posted: 14. March 2015 in Uncategorized
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I was doing a bit of Spring cleaning of my office/study the other day. Once in a while I need to do some sorting of the bits to maintain just a little order among the stuff and the things.

My preferred modus operandi in cases like this would be to just toss everything in a heap on the floor, and then sort it into three categories: 1) no, 2) yes, and 3) maybe. Everything in the no-category goes directly in the bin. Everything in the maybe-category gets and extra chance.

Anyway, after tossing everything on the floor, I noticed this particular situation:

IMG_0002I believe most modern humans will understand this, without me having to explain why the situation made me stop for a while and get the camera. I am pretty sure most of us can immediately sympathize with the poor fellow.

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I, for one, can…

Good thing I was there to help him. I did that by putting him on the shelf where he is supposed to be, and tossing the wires into a drawer.

Yeah, that’s usually how I sort the bits to maintain order among the things and stuff.

How about you?

Comments
  1. gaffin says:

    That’s kind of a superpower. Sorting out a life by tossing some wires in a drawer.

    I may need to create a position.

  2. Aadil Shah says:

    Life is a mess, deal with it! 😉 😛

  3. gdare says:

    Hahaha, perfect explanation of a daily life 😀

  4. kimmzifoo says:

    Yeah, a really accurate representation of humanity. 😆

  5. d4rkn1ght says:

    A precise description of my life. 😉

  6. We are lost completely amid plenty of technological tools .

  7. Furie says:

    I’ve come to the conclusion that wires in a drawer get hungry and go feral. Wire cannibalism in the only way to explain why some disappear and others get longer.

    Looks like that poor wooden dude was about to become a meal himself.

    • killjoke says:

      He’s okay now. I saved him, which was only fair since it was me who put him there in the first place. By accident, sure, but even so, it was my mistake. He’s been my faithful model for quite some time, and he is used to being wrenched around and about, contortionist style, on an almost daily basis, but this was uncalled for. I admit that. He doesn’t hold it against me, though. He hasn’t mentioned the incident… I mean, if he was hurt, or something, he would have told me. We’ve been friends for a long time. I still feel a bit sad, though.

  8. coisart says:

    story of MY life 😛 *whimpers* help me……

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