~ Tech madness ~

Ah, modern technology, the gift that keeps on giving… and occasionally driving us mad. Among the many so-called advancements, there’s one invention I fervently wish had never seen the light of day: automatic calling technology. You know, the one that allows soulless robots to infiltrate our phones and disrupt our peace? If ever there were an argument for rolling back progress, this would be it.

Let me paint you a picture of my pet peeve. Imagine a tireless army of pesky robots, working through database after database, hunting for phone numbers to invade your privacy. You block one number, and—like some twisted game of whack-a-mole—they call you from another. But it’s not even a human agent you can scold or pity; no, it’s a monotone voice recording, chirping lifelessly at you to press buttons. Buttons! As if solving a problem they created is now your responsibility.

Before long, my phone ends up permanently on silent mode, not to protect my ears, but to safeguard my nervous system from yet another unsolicited call. And let’s talk about the masterminds behind these wretched technologies. Relentless doesn’t even begin to describe them. I often wonder, how on earth do they sell anything with such infuriating tactics? Honestly, have you ever met someone who joyfully proclaimed, “Oh yes, I made my last big purchase because a robot told me to”? No? Me neither.

So here we are, victims of progress, silenced by our own phones. If there’s any solace, it’s knowing we’re all in this together, united in our hatred of spam calls. Perhaps one day, humanity will rise up against the tyranny of automated telemarketing. Until then, I’ll keep my phone on silent and my fingers ready to block.