The slowest kid on the shortest bus

At first when I came across these people verification tools on the web, you know the ones that reduce all the spam,  I thought it was funny that in order to verify that I exist, all I have to do is copy a few numbers and or letters into a box. Pefect, at least I have some way to verify my lowly existence.

Those joy joy feelings dissipated rather quickly after many mishaps of misread numbers. These fucking word verifications taunt me with their misleading letters that are fuzzed over so badly it would be like trying to find your teeth after not brushing them for a month. The fact that you need the assistance of a little blue wheelchair button so you can try again isn't very comforting either. Nor is the included speech button to let you hear what you are supposed to be seeing.

I think these facts alone are a  pretty good indication that the person who designed this 'existential button' is laughing himself out of his panties while plotting his next bit of fuckery.

It's like a game that I just never seem to win...making me feel like the slowest kid on the shortest bus. But then, maybe I was and everyone forgot to tell me.

~I surrender to The Writing Womb~
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