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:
I 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.
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?
The Fish Tank 
That’s kind of a superpower. Sorting out a life by tossing some wires in a drawer.
I may need to create a position.
It is my profound belief that the concept of electrical wires was created in Hell by the devil himself.
Life is a mess, deal with it! 😉 😛
It’s a big mess!
Hahaha, perfect explanation of a daily life 😀
Yeah, a really accurate representation of humanity. 😆
A precise description of my life. 😉
I thank you all.
We are lost completely amid plenty of technological tools .
Lost, indeed.
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.
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.
story of MY life 😛 *whimpers* help me……