Stressed Out - Continued

Stressed Out – Continued

Since I’m trying to explain to you

how stressed out I am, I think it is

 only appropriate that posting the

story was an awful experience.  It

certainly intensified my stress level. 

So the story ended in the middle of a

sentence at the beginning of the last

paragraph.  Now I’ve tried

everything:  to delete it, to add to it,

to start all over again, and by

pushing all the buttons I could find

AND nothing worked.  I hate it when

I can’t post it my way.

That’s not all the problem.  To begin

with the print was so small that it

could not be read.  So I tried to

make the print bigger.  Well it got

bigger but it was written all over

each other – unreadable.  I tried all

the above choices again and nothing

worked!!  I ended up going line by

line forwarded each line and

sometimes had to backspace to even

things up.  Now I ask you – is that

reasonable?

So after two or three hours I decided

that was it, it would just have to stay

the way it was.  In the middle of the

night I had another bright idea.  I got

up and used the delete just above the

name and it went away.  I went back

to bed happy.  Imagine my surprise

when I received a notice that a

comment had been made regarding

the story that I thought I had

deleted.  Okay I’ll live with it but

that is when I discovered that there

was no last paragraph.

This is really ridiculous and I’m

done, done!!  But then I had another

bright idea.  Why don’t I write a

continuation of the story and that

way I can get the last paragraph in.  I

can’t stand for a machine to defeat

me.  So I’ll try to post this shortly

and let’s hope it’s the last you’ll

hear about this “stressed out”

business.  But I’m not making any

promises.

The last paragraph to the previous

story is:

The topic of conversation for the rest

of our dinner was embarrassing

moments.  The stories were original,

funny and obviously were not “made

up”.   Once again the obvious is

illustrated:  Stories are our Lives. 

For all this carrying on, you’d think

I’d written a masterpiece instead of

just a piece of my mind.