Mr. Bull and Mr. Sloth are good friends. They work together in an advertising office and often eat lunch together. One day at lunch Mr. Bull looked at his phone, snorted his nose, and started hoofing the ground. Concerned, Mr. Sloth asked, “Why Mr. Bull, you seem very upset about something. Please proclaim your concern. I would be very interested in reversing your mood so we can continue with our delectable lunch.”
To which Mr. Bull replied, “Oh, it is election season and I
am so sick and tired of my newsfeed being overrun by everybody’s vapid
political opinion. The cacophonous
clamoring enrages me tremendously! Their
updates make the capillaries in my corneas pulse with ire. I am not concerned with their thoughts on
politics and do not appreciate my newsfeed being overrun with condensed bile.”
Mr. Sloth listened to Mr. Bull vent as he masticated his maple
leaf and sunflower petal whole wheat pita.
After chewing thirty two times, swallowing, and chasing it with a swig
of chocolate mole milk Mr. Sloth asked, “These opinions that you are
complaining about overtaking your newsfeed, who forms them?”
“Peers that I have identified in one way or another as a friend,”
Mr. Bull replied.
“Well if their opinions make your blood boil so forcefully,
have you considered reevaluating why you are friends with them? If the content on your newsfeed is formed by
animals you have confirmed as friends, then are you not responsible for what
you are seeing? ”
With that Mr. Bull’s horns went flaccid with introspection
and he moved on with his day.
Moral of the story: Complaining
about something you can act on gets you as far as words will go.
