BUTTON PUSHERS
by
Anthonystjoseph
This is about that special breed of human
that in my opinion has a direct link to the dark side and needs to feed on
getting you riled up by pushing your buttons. That’s right, they enjoy getting on your
nerves. They pride themselves on being
able to get under your skin. You know
that special kind of person who seems to take out their lifetime of unhappy on your good time. For some reason I have seemed to be a magnet
for this breed of animal since the beginning of my life. These people I call ‘Button Pushers’ seem to draw energy from getting you riled up and
only seem to enjoy their existence when they are getting under your skin and
unnecessarily and for no reason at all pushing your buttons. And believe me, they are experts at their
diabolical job with seemingly years of training. My biggest problem is wearing big buttons
that are difficult to hide from these demonic offspring.
One reason the button pushers love me is
my strong reactions to their pushes. And
with my talent for the spoken word they have instantly inspired me on more than
one occasion to utter some of my greatest work quotes. Sometimes I can even hear their audiences in
Hell saying, “Did you hear what she just made him say! Did you hear what she made him do?!” Yes, the Button Pusher can be inspiring but
the inspiration leads to nothing worthy and just provides them with the birth
of a ‘Goat’; The Button Pusher chooses to upset you to get to your Goat! One has got to learn to allow this button
pushing to not bother them in order to become a better person and a more
evolved spirit. The problem I have is I
easily recognize Button Pushers and try to confront them for just wanting to
push my buttons. Why can I not learn to
just realize they are simple demonic clowns trying to get enjoyment from my
decreased enjoyment on top of seeing my Goat?
You can usually easily spot these ‘Button
Pushers’. You’ll walk into a function or
even a family dinner and the Button Pusher will have a chicken leg half way
down their throat and when they see you come in they will totally pull the
whole chicken leg back out of their mouth at the sight of you. They lick their chops and inwardly smile at
their entertainment arriving. You spot
each other from across the room as you try and ignore the devilish and inviting
smile on their face and their diabolical eyebrow raising itself from drawing
energy given to it by the Dark Lord as they say, “Oh! Hey you! (licking their chops) I didn’t think you were
going to make it with your dog dying and all!
I’m so sorry to hear about that.
How is everything else going? The
job going okay?” I cannot stand
them.
Then there is the button pusher you don’t
know. The Button Pusher who sees you
waiting on their parking spot as they load their groceries into their car and
decides to take extra time JUST because they know you’re waiting for their soon
to be vacated parking spot. They finally
get into their car after taking their leisurely time loading their groceries, massaging
their backs, and then they have to do everything in their car as if they are
checking the navigational systems for a thirty five thousand feet flight
plan! I don’t let those kind of Button
Pushers bother me anymore; I just patiently wait and laugh while they add extra
time to their day.
I am fully intending on going to Heaven
when this is all over and I am told that in Heaven there are no goats allowed
so I have to stop letting Button Pushers
bring out my Goat. I guess the trick is,
learn how to decrease the size or even possibly remove my buttons altogether,
and whenever possible, wear zippers.
By
Anthonystjoseph
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