Unsolicited advice

I made a decision last year not to give out advice or any of my um, informative comments anymore. Un-asked-for advice/comments that is. Well, it's hard. I mean, I don't have all the answers, I know this. But when I see ignorance, silliness and so forth, advice just itches my insides, dying to come out so bad. So to get it out of my system, I'll just say it in my mind. For example, and this is a perfect one, when I was getting my body scan a few weeks ago, there were two nuclear technicians in charge. One was a guy and the other was a girl, both about my age. I was told I could listen to my ipod but to keep it at a low enough volume so that I could answer questions if need be with out having to move because one has to keep as still as possible for the pictures. I was very thankful to have music because it took about 3 hours and made the time more enjoyable. Except for one thing. I could pretty much hear everything they were saying in between songs. The girl kept talking and talking and talking about her boyfriend and how he doesn't understand her/doesn't do anything/doesn't like anything/doesn't talk enough/doesn't breath right/ doesn't pee correctly/doesn't eat enough/eats too much cereal/is too moody/doesn't dress properly/hates his job/needs a new hobby/doesn't get along with her friends/doesn't take her anywhere/never talks about his feelings/sleeps too much/hangs with the wrong crowd/drinks too much/doesn't drink enough/spends too much time working/doesn't put things away/doesn't answer his cell phone/never comes over/won't give her a key to his place/acts crazy/ never gets jealous/hates her poetry/isn't social enough/refuses to buy her an engagement ring..... 3 hours non stop for 2 days I listened to this. My advice in my mind, "Sounds to me like you're so far up your boyfriend's ass that he probably can't even breathe. Maybe you should um, I don't know, shut up and let him get a word in edgewise....and furthermore you might want to give your coworker over here a little break from listening to this craziness because he's too damn polite and frankly busy since he has to do everything because you're so preoccupied with your boyfriend, who, I'm beginning feel sorry for, to tell you to shut up for 5 minutes so you guys can get some damn work done and your patients can get the hell out of here in a shorter time than 3 damn hours. Thanks."

It's mean, I know, but when you're laying there not allowed to move or twitch forced to listen to stupidness(my favorite made up word), you begin to feel a little mean. Feel free to leave me a little advice about how to not be mean in my mind, this time it's actually asked for. :O)


Thanks to Ms. Yvonne for giving me an award, I will pass it on when I don't feel so mentally lazy.