I don’t usually like to use the word ‘whatever’. It’s a word used as an easy out to an argument… one you can’t win because you know you’re wrong, one you’re in with a person, place or thing that is beyond stubborn or one which you just want to end and are willing to concede to stop the bleeding. Yes, I realize that was not only a run on sentence in the historical sense, but also a run over sentence.
Whatever is a good word, but one that is used in a somewhat bad way… It’s a compound word made up of ‘what’ and ‘ever’. If you were to literally translate it, it means… whatever.
So what do you do? What does Bob do?
Sometimes I just don’t care. Beating up on something over and over until I win just to say I won is not me. My short attention span prevents me really. Not that I’m blaming that, mind you… I generally can’t be bothered. If you want to win so bad, go on with you bad self… to that, I say, “whatever, dude…”
That’s right, I said it. Whatever…
(At this point, you need to picture me throwing my hands up, looking you in the eye, then quickly turning around to walk away… with my tail irritatingly, yet playfully twitching.)
