I can think of more than one occasion where this has been the source of trouble, although never trouble so serious as to have rid me of the need to push the next red button I see.
The red button below is located just above my bed and presumably controls the fire alarm and the four sprinklers in my ceiling.
Red Button
The problem is, I have only just noticed it.
I have only just noticed it and I really want to push it.
I'm not going to, for a variety of reasons:
1. I am an adult with some level of control over my own hands.
2. I have electronic equipment in the room that is too precious to be water damaged by the sprinkler system that would presumably be set off by the pushing of said red button.
3. It would scare the dog.
4. My doorman David is kinda creepy and I really don't want to give him any kind of excuse to come in here.
I could go on. I won't though.
What I'll do instead is push other red buttons. Ones that are less physical.
Red Button of the Day/week/year (I'm not entirely sure this will be a constant feature.)
Have you ever noticed how drama follows some people around?
I'm not ashamed to say that when I was younger I courted drama and enjoyed being in the centre of a scandal. When I wasn't the centre of said scandal I would judge to the point of interfering so as to make me a part of it. I am ashamed to say that I guess to some degree the latter part of that is still in me somewhere, maybe not as repressed as I like it to be, but repressed enough not to realise it's full potential before I give it a swift kick up the fanny and tell it to fuck.right.off.
Not everyone grows out of it.
Some people still send that text instead of having that awkward conversation or say this instead of that, or, well, they blatantly take the spoons out of their pockets and begin their stirring. The problem with those people as grown-ups is that they often wield a strange social power and an ability to scratch the surface of any conversation without ever being able to have an in-depth conversation about any one thing (I recommend that these people get a smart phone and a wikipedia application), both these qualities, although admirable to a certain degree and necessary to all those that consider a career in politics is completely redundant in an average social situation.
One cannot but feel that these people should just fuck.right.off.
Red button release.
I have a stack of bills. I would really like to pay them, but they're all in Chinese! arf. Makes me feel like I'm a kid again having to get help paying the bills.
For a while there I was feeling like an adult, but nooooooooooo, life has to come along and given me a bill in a foreign language to remind me that my head might be 25 but I still look and have the basic comprehension abilities of a 17 year old.
Can someone from back home come and visit me please?
I'd like that.
Dx
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