I don’t like using the windshield wipers on my car, especially when it’s raining. I like to believe that each little raindrop is a little planet. When they roll down to the bottom of my window, it reminds me of how our world will eventually implode on itself. So, I feel like by wiping them away is like some alien force taking away that planet’s right to roll down the window slowly or as quick as possible. Personally, I’d get the fuck out of there as soon as I could. I usually end up using the wipers.

When things don’t listen to me, I yell at them. This includes inanimate objects.