Perspective of a Clock
Why is everyone staring at me? Sure, I make a lot of noise, but personally, I don’t enjoy the attention at all. Hey you. Stop looking. I’m not fascinating. You’ve been staring way too long. Don’t you know what you need to know already?
And you too! Why are you such a nervous wreck? You’re running late. I get it. But I’m changing! So stop checking me out every few seconds. And don’t you dare touch me. Only I get to put my hands on my body. You’re so rude.
But I guess that’s okay. I’ll call you rude. You can call me conceited. In my opinion, I make the best music. Some say I’m the worst. But who cares? Just because I can keep a steady beat hours on end and they can’t do it like me. Are you annoyed of me yet? Good. You should be. It’s about time.
