I just hate the cheap, formulaic way that people who make things for tv work. Demographics, assuming we're all idiots who need everything bigger, louder, faster! I saw a commercial the other day that I had to look away from. I had it muted, so I have to assume a fast song was playing because the changes from clip to clip were literally flashing by at the rate of less than one second each. I suppose they were set to match whatever music was playing. I actually wanted to glean more about what was being advertised, some show or movie, but the clips passed so quickly that I couldn't take them in before they were gone. In the end, I gave up and angrily looked away. Had I continued to look, I would have grown still more agitated.
I wish things would slow down a little. They don't give you a chance anymore. TVs in the mall, in the danged grocery store? Who cares what the little weenie guy says about the vegetable of the week? In my opinion he's way too excited about the subject. And some guy turned up at my door the other day talking so danged fast that I didn't even know if saying, "No, thank you," would have been an appropriate response to what he was requesting! Seriously, peppy, hyper, yapping about what I could only guess was some game involving meeting his neighbors... His hazy purpose and speed mumbling frightened me and I just wanted him gone. But that's how everything is now, phrenetic, frantic, frenzied, "in your face" and EXTREME!! ! I see it while driving, people who would cheerfully risk killing themselves and me and anyone else in my car in order that they might not have to decelerate. People blow off that sort of complaint but that is what it is... Risk ending it all rather than having to wait, the belief that we're all entitled to speed through everything, including our entertainment.
Yeah, the mention of one commercial has set me off that much... It's just that I have to go drive among them once more to return some slacks. It must be done today. Every car that drives behind is going to drive too close, even when they think they're not, every car is going to make me feel hounded and hunted and nervous as they lose sight of the risks they take in favor of what they consider my violation of their rights to speed up.
Sorry I wandered so far off topic. Or maybe I didn't... you were alarmed by wild, frantic motion by people who don't get it. And we're surrounded by that.
It's times like this that I feel like an undiagnosed Aspie instead of an eccentric NT with executive dysfunction.
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