It's Complicated!

So often in today’s society, we explain relationships on social media as “complicated.”  Most of us seem to understand this term “complicated,” and all that it can imply. 

My car and my phone refuse to talk to one another.  I don’t know what happened between them.  It's complicated.   One minute they were friends and talking, and the next there was only silence.   Even after a week, they both continue to ignore each other.  Both of them are available.  Their bluetooths are on, but they don’t care.  I've begged them to break their silence.  They don’t want to communicate.  Nothing I do seems able to change their minds.

I realize I’ve survived for more than half a century without having a cell phone or a talking car.  I tell myself to suck it up.  I should just grit my teeth, and pull over to answer or make a call on my cell phone if I need to do so.  I remind myself, at least, I have a mobile device, but their folded-arms, silent treatment annoys me.

I admit it.  I’m spoiled.  I liked pushing a button on the steering wheel and talking to the car.   The fact my car and phone refuse to speak to each other has begun to anger me.  They are not the only ones involved.  I feel helpless.  I can’t help them, and I can’t help myself.  I’ve checked the communication settings on both. 

Do modern life and relationships really have to be this complicated?  There’s only one thing left to do to solve this standoff.  I guess I should make an appointment with a counselor who excels in relationship problems.  Maybe he can help my car and my cell phone communicate.  This problem seems to be more than a misunderstanding, and I certainly don't wish a divorce on anyone.

We need an appointment with a relationship specialist.  The car and the phone, and I, all need help. Otherwise, I can't be responsible for what I might do.  Help us, Boy Wonder, before it's too late.  Counsel us.