I keep getting this feeling that there is a very particular point in time — like on an 18th birthday or graduation day — when everyone is giving a manual on how to live life on Earth. Everyone except, of course, me.
My brain tells me that it is a ridiculous thing. But wouldn’t it be funny if God (or whatever higher authority you believe in, if any) really did subconsciously program each human being with a set of rules of how to appropriately function in society from start to end… except me. A real cosmic joke.
November 14, 2008 at 2:41 am
a common quote to be heard at work, when we are knee deep in difficulty, is…
“when all else fails, then lets read the instruction manual!” which usually then has the team in giggles.
i suspect if the Almighty issued manuals, he’d actually be a wee bit dissapointed, if we then did not take the initative & follow our own infinite variable directions?
the manual would probably have;
warranty expires on delivery, or
in the event of malfunction the management accepts no responsibility…?!
November 14, 2008 at 7:33 am
ROFL!!! The instruction manual is usually my last resort too… mostly coz they’re usually printed in atrocious, barely-understandable English.
If the Almighty doesn’t issue manuals, he should’ve at least put in a customer hotline for customers such as myself who sifted around the box and found none.