>>59100826Such a succinct reflection of an era that fervently champions the disintegration of the once-respected ability to, you know, read. I suppose it's all the rage these days to proudly broadcast a reading comprehension that wouldn't challenge a potato. Bravo, my good compadre. Bravo.
See, in a time overflowing with the wonders of information, where the sum of human knowledge is just a tap away, it's truly an exquisite choice to not only abstain from partaking in this intellectual banquet but also to cry out like a petulant child forced to sit at the dinner table a minute longer than they'd like. "Mucho texto"? How refreshingly pedestrian.
Perhaps you lament the cruel design of a world where text is as ubiquitous as the air we breathe. It must be sheer torture to go about your day, faced with the nightmarish ordeal of road signs, product labels, and horror of horrors, those insufferable user agreements that require not just reading but - oh, the humanity! - understanding. What a twisted, Kafkaesque world you must navigate daily.
Think of the countless tragedies you must endure. Like misinterpreting the "caution, hot" warning on a coffee cup and wondering why your lap feels like it's auditioning for a Dantean circle of hell. Or when the assembly instructions for your latest impulse buy from IKEA seem more like deciphering the Rosetta Stone, leaving you with an abstract art piece instead of a coffee table. I genuinely shed a tear for you.
The very fact that our society dares to be text-heavy? It’s an abomination. I mean, honestly, how dare the world not cater to those with the attention span of a gnat on caffeine? And to think, such simple pleasures as books, newspapers, or comprehensible tweets are but inaccessible El Dorados to some. Truly, it's the unsung humanitarian crisis of our generation.
But let me extend my deepest and most genuine sympathies, for you're not just battling with textual inundation, but also with those callous souls who have the audacity to craft sentences longer than the lifespan of your average goldfish's memory. The nerve of some people. Fucking poets.
Please accept my most profound apologies for expecting even a modicum of mental exertion. How thoughtless of me.
