Friday, March 24, 2006

Mental Arm Rest



Oh man, I've really lost it for blogging eh? I know I cant write terribly well or any of that jazz, but I am the best person I know. I love myself :)

Anyways, so here's another thing that pisses me off. Your at the movie theater ok. Now you pay the same amount of money as anyone else, atleast if you went to one of those snappy Multiplexes like Inox or PVR or Innovative Multiplex or whatever. Considering that the ticket costs anywhere between 75 bucks and 150 at times, you expect to watch the movie in peace of mind.

Now let alone the million rats, lizards, cockroaches that are attracted to the 12 corn puffs that you throw down under your chair, but you've got a bigger problem at hand. If you go with your friend or friends and end up getting the last seat and it aint being a corner seat, your fucked man.

You'll engage in a mind game with the dude sitting next to you. It happens in the fucking aircrafts, it happens everywhere where there is an arm rest. What I don't get is, neither you nor the dude sitting next to you will have the courage to fucking stand up and tell you "GET YOUR FUCKING ARM OFF FUCKING THE ARM REST ALREADY YOU SON OF A BITCH WHORE. I WANT TO REST ON IT NOW".

Throughout the movie, the flight to Mumbai, you'll keep sitting there, thinking, if maybe he could move his hand up maybe by a little so you could quickly put your hand there. Trust me, I've done it and it fucking pisses the jazz out of me. The worst part is, not a word is said. Its all in the head. And both of you are consciously aware of it too.

My point is simple and I blame no one but the fucking theater authorities and the airlines and whoever else has arm rests. Make fucking bigger arm rests you dickwarts. Make two for all I care. That way, I can keep my hand and the person sitting next to me can also keep his/her hand and we can watch the movie in peace or fly to Mumbai in peace, without being bothered by such a simple thing.

But honestly, it does piss me off. A lot. If those guys are reading this, do something you bastards...

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

I agree with you. That same thing has happened to me before. It's a fucking mind game. It could drive people insane in the middle of the movie.

Jax said...

I wont complain about the armrest if they let me sit next to a shapely airhostess.

Ottttherwise, dayyym you baskets!!

Dude, where is the Unwind Center?

LadyParadox said...

heheheh! yeah. welcome back, Dr. Pissed! Anger, thy name is Dr. Pissed.

@ jax: it is in Wilson Garden, opposite the Post Office.

Vaibhav said...

Its creepy if you ask me... you fucking pay good money to watch the movie and end up watching the mind of the fucker next to you...

gradually, you can start feeling the tension in your arms as well as his/hers...

and then you start getting horny...


i might have shared a bit too much there...

Mind Curry said...

lol..that was funny..but so true..i had those moments plenty of times. its like you sieze the moment when he or she takes the hand to open a bottle or adjust the glasses, and then hold fort! lol..

hey angry young man, dont see much of you these days..lying low?

Zii said...

keep staring at them and their hands, then make an expression if a dead frog was on their palm,then stare back....the arm rest will definitely be yours.

Anonymous said...

ushoo all this confusion for a bloody armrest. thuu ninna. the best way to avoid all these armrests are to chop ur hands off. if u dont have arm, u wouldnt need an armrest.
the alternative to that would be if u have the courage to tell him that u would like to use armrest. else u would have to inform the theater ppl that u need twin armrests in each seat. if u r lazee and sit back complainin in ur blag, nothin will happen. so go out there and change the world.

Anonymous said...

nice "blag"