Thursday, 10 April 2008
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The InvisoPod
In about December, I started wearing an iPod during most of my inter-campus travels. This is because I had bought it to run with, so might as well use it all the time. Plus, music makes me happy.
One very favorable side effect of it was it helped the outside world bother me less. I wouldn't have to listen to Slut #1 squack to Skank #3 about how her herpes had reoccured, or hear Loser #2 tell Nerd #9 about how he finally configured his motherboard and a toaster oven to mimic a real woman.
Also, when the local annoying groups/organizations want to talk to me or give me a flyer, I can just look away and pretend to not hear them.
Today though, one kook didn't get the message. I walked by this table of pre-meds and some chick looked at me while Kings Of Leon were blasting through my ear drums and mouthed something, like "Pre-Med?". And I'm thinking, "Pre-med or not, I obviously don't want to talk to you." So I look away, and look back, and she mouths it again, looking all inquisitive. For a moment, I considered taking off the headphones and being like, "No, I'm not pre-med. I'm a redshirt senior chemical engineer and you and your cronies will never get into medschool anyway and you'll end up in a pool of alcoholism and debt leading to your eventual premature death in a ravine somewhere, so leave me alone." But, that woulda taken too much effort.
But the WORST, is when I'm sitting there listening to my music, obviously trying to cloak myself from humanity, and someone takes this as an invitation to come tap me on the shoulder and get my attention to say something not worthy of my attention. I'm sorry my iPod doesn't come with invisibility or a forcefield, but the fact that I'm not taking off my iPod and coming to talk to you should be clue enough that I don't want to take my iPod off and come talk to you. What do you want? What do you need? Can I not just sit here without occasionally having to deal with you animals!
Ideally, my iPod should work as follows. Put on the earbuds, and WHOOSH, disappear. I call it... the InvisoPod!
Consider this a patent.
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