Has anyone seen my Castle lately? (standard:Inspirational stories, 909 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Sep 05 2010	Views/Reads: 2853/2003	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
As of late, I have been fighting an insufferable barrage of intruders into that area commonly referred to as, "My Castle." Normally I'm not a pessimist, but I have a feeling I am losing this battle.

As of late, I have been fighting an insufferable barrage of intruders
into that area commonly referred to as, "My Castle." Normally I'm not a 
pessimist, but I have a feeling I am losing this battle. 

I'm the kind of person that tries to get along with everybody but I must
say I do have my limit. Regardless of what else I may have, I have a 
limit to intrusion into my Castle. 

This all came to a head one day this week when the Gracious Mistress of
the Parsonage spent the afternoon shopping with her daughters. I always 
look forward to these times because then I can be King of the Castle. 
Don't tell anyone, but I have a special hat I wear on such occasions. 

My wife came home from her shopping only to find that her beloved
husband had turned into a blubbering, raging maniac of the first-order. 
She is the kind of woman that deserves the first in everything, and 
brother, did she get it this day. 

When she got her bearing, she looked at me and said, "What in the world
is wrong with you? I go shopping and return and find you in this awful 
state of mind. What has happened?" 

It took a few moments for me to collect anything that resembled sanity
and a few more moments for me to regain volume in the speech 
department. Even so, I stuttered terribly. Finally, after some deep 
breathing exercises, I was able to talk. 

"While you were gone," I stammered, "that telephone has not stopped
ringing for a moment." 

"Who's been calling you?" She asked trying to calm me. 

"It's been one phone call right after another, and I don't think I can
stand any more of it." 

"Well, are you going to tell me who's been calling or not?" 

“I have a good mind to sue the telephone company over this nonsense," I
persisted. 

My wife gave me one of "those looks" which finally brought me to my
senses. 

"It is all those politicians calling me with pre-recorded messages. No
sooner do I hang up on one and the phone rings again with another 
politician begging me for my vote. I think I've had all I can stand 
for." 

"You could get rid of the phone," my wife said with a rather sarcastic
tone. 

Then it begins to dawn on me. I have lost the rights to my Castle and
have allowed intruders to rule. Once, I was in charge, at least when my 
wife was out shopping. Now, both my wife and I have lost control of our 
Castle. 

Every month I pay my phone bill so that people can invade my privacy. I
actually pay money to have other people take charge of my home. It just 
is not fair. 

It does not stop with the phone service. I have surrendered my
sovereignty in my own home to outside forces. There is the cable TV, 
the Internet service, the daily newspaper other cultural amenities that 
I have allowed to take charge of my humble domicile. 

Once upon a time, and very long ago, a man's home was his Castle where
he retreated from the world in quietness and solitude. Now, the only 
place you can find quietness and solitude is in the dictionary. 

When I call the phone company to complain about the terrible service
I've been getting recently, they put me on hold and just to up the 
torture level they play music. Music on the telephone! And not very 
good music, either. I have to listen to the music in order to catch the 
next "operator" that comes online only to refer me to another 
department in the phone company. 


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