i really like to skim over them. usually it’s just a matter of trial in error…very rarely are their any major complications that happen from not following instructions. If need be you can go back to learn where you are going wrong.
You know when you’re cleaning your house and you find a tiny object, an eraser or book or instruction leaflet that you never need never use and never throw away? I think that’s who we are as a species. We don’t like to throw things away
Nicole
basic step by step how to create put together read them men dont helps alot build they tell you how and have pictures Id rather read instructions than do over
It’s telling me what to do and I don’t like being told what to do.
Next thing I know, it will say I’m doing it wrong.
Can I get a new word?
This is long.
a long minute.
I would not like for time to define our life.
Addison
I am getting tired of all of these instructions.
They are telling me how to live my life, how to not be afraid. How to become happier.
Well it is 2:29 in the morning and I am sick and tired of that crap.
I am fearful everyone is.
But you know what? F you for trying to make me like you.
instructions tell me what to do. How am I supposed to know how to operate my oven without some instructions? Or put together a stupid bathroom caddy that has a billion screws and a billion tiny holes to put them in? Instructions make my life easier.
Lauren Feldmann
I remember back in 3rd grade our teacher had us all write down directions to make PB&J for a homework assignment. Funny thing was, she followed WHATEVER directions were on our paper to the T. For example, if it said “Spread the peanut butter onto the bread”, she would say aloud, “Well it didn’t say I needed to use the knife, so I guess I’ll just use my hand”. One other incident happened after she had put the PB on one piece and the jelly on the other piece she explained, “Well the directions say ‘now put the two pieces together’, so I guess I’ll just have the jelly and peanut butter on the outside of my sandwich”.
Instructions are really boring to read. I only skim them till I get to the important parts. Especially when it comes to board games. I take the game out of the box and just want to play, I don’t want to have to read how to play it. Most times we decide not to even follow all the instructions, it makes the game more fun.
emma
“All you had to do was follow the instructions!” He should’ve known better. He retrieved the manual from the garbage bin.
She scoffed. “Oh come on not reading the instructions is half the fun. It’s all about the guessing. Does this part and that part go together? Why do I have all these extra parts? This doesn’t look anything like the picture. Besides reading is boring.”
I hate them. So stringent, so forced. I hate them. They attack me, endlessly, incessantly. I can’t stop it. I am pushed along, dragged down a path I never would have chosen to go upon. I hate them. They’re so oppressive and I cannot breathe. Ah. How great it would be… to taste sweet relief.
tomo
i wish life came with a set of instructions. Back when I was young people would always tell me what to do or how to do things. I’m not young and that’s not even true. I taught myself all kinds of things. Or half-taught myself them. Other people need instructions more than I do, they always ask me to teach them things.
Kurtis Commanda
Success is everything a man needs. We fought and died for it. But yet it is undefined. People think success is fame, money and power. But these are all false thinking. Success comes to those who strive to live a good life and make life of others better.
Sanujit acharya
“Okay, have you read the instructions?” Delilah asked anxiously, glancing at her watch.
“Yeah, of course I did! How else would I know how to assemble a table?” Delilah looked at me with an annoyed expression and tapped her foot in impatience.
“Well, get on with it!” I sighed and picked up the hammer.
Teagan
The instructions were written in some type of archaic language. Maybe they were hieroglyphs. All she knew was that these were the single most important words that have ever lay before her. The key to saving humanity. If only she weren’t the last one left in this desolate city. All the sudden, unclear as to if it was from the gust of the wind, the door slammed, leaving her trapped in the dark and murky room.
Conforming to society involves following people and their views, taught to do so since born, we should all be instructed the same way to do the same thing properly in order to coexsist effortlessly, which still causes indentity problems and so on, such as body imagine issues, and everyone knows, instructions command you, they don’t suggest anything to you.
taylort
heres the thing about instructions. no one really understands. they give. but no one takes. it’s quite analogous with life if you think about it. there’s just no way of knowing. no way to do things right. who’s to judge? who makes the instructions? why are there such things?
Colleen
Life didn’t come with instructions. There was no pamphlet of pictures insert slot a into slot y. No there wasn’t even a manual on how to navigate the rough patches, but that was what made it sweeter to the dying man. He had lived without a guiding hand and as such he had lived a full life.
Chelsea H
Cutting with scissors. Completely straight lines. Confusion. Back tracking, Hard to understand. Easy to take. I love instructions, they make my life so much easier. I hate having to use my imagination for stuff, because it is so weak.
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Devon
I wish life had a manual. Because sometimes I’m so scared of making a misstep and I’m afraid that our fragile peace will fall and shatter, shards on the ground like bits of cold, cold ice, and there’s no ctrl + z. They say mistakes make you stronger but they only make me bleed. Drip, drip, drip.
Miss-Li-ding
“GO MAKE ME THAT FUCKING MONEY WHORE!” was the instructions he spat at her. Crying, tears staining down her dirty face, she got into the car with the random sleazy John of the hour. She hated this. She got in and rode with him to her usual dirty, pay-by-the-hour, sleaze motel. They went to room 4-B and went to work. She told him her usual rate. She’s just doing what she’s told. She’s tired. She’s so fucking tired. But she’s just doing what she’s told.
the instructions were simple enough. Yet so hard to carry out. Did I really have to do this? I can feel already that this is going to end badly. These stupid instructions. These terrible instructions. These ingenious instructions that could probably change everything.
instructions? really? what something tells you to do. properly. unless they’re trolls. then maybe it’s a way for you to get in trouble. step by step. oral or written. or pictures.
Vivi
“Did you follow the instructions?”
“Well, not exactly,” Emily responded to Grace’s bewildered expression. The instructions had fallen out of the plastic bag crumpled on the floor. “I’m sure this will be fine,” she added with the faintest grasp at hope.
If there is one thing I hate more than trying to pay attention, it is following instructions. I march to my own damn beat. I don’t follow orders. You can always give me suggestions, and advice on things I might want to do. But give me instructions, and you will lose my respect.
There are so many instuctions. we follow them. we belveive in them. they are a sense of purpose. we dont know why but there right and we follow. though at times we choose not to, and in those times we find ourselves. we become stronger when the intuctions we are given are made our own and transpired in ouor own way
Kathryn Zelten
instructions i didnt even know that was my word at first following the instructions the site told me its hard for me to type this word i always follow instructions i wish i didnt some times its better not to
jessica
I read the instructions, I swear I did! How did I get such a bad grade on this? How can he write that I need to follow instructions better. My paper fits every aspect of his rubric. If my grades slip, my parents will kill me, no-worse, they’ll stop paying my tuition.
Mira
go here go there go everywhere. but where shall I go? Go up down and all around
I used to write goofy stories based on comics I read. I wrote one about a silly girl who bought a toaster and it was a complete and utter rip-off of the XKCD strip about not reading the instruction manual, called “RTFM;” I’m still ashamed. My teacher loved it.
The instructions on the battery of my netbook were translated from Chinese and make me laugh when I’m sad.
Sarita
The instructions were as follows: Get into the car, tell the driver that Margie sent you, close your eyes, wait.
Aunt Margie was sending me on a scavenger hunt. But for what?
the instructions sprawled against the board,
directions smeared across the surface
you tell me what to do repeatedly
but baby is it worth it?
im not your slave anymore
i belong to ge.
sydney
He was staring at them blankly, unsure of where to go from here. “161 bosworth ave.,” it read, and nothing more. The door before him was red, cherry red with a big brass knocker. To knock or not to knock? He had nothing better to do.
Emm
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kljl
I’ve been told to go off the beaten path,
And on to a journey of the world unknown,
But somehow I still see the faces that I know quite well.
My joker.
My love.
My clown.
My best friend.
My wise sage.
My intemperate ally.
All of you are with me no matter where I go.
Instructing me on how to live my life is peace and harmony.
And it doesn’t even matter that we’ve never met before.
i hate following instructions. don’t tell me what to do. it’s obnoxious. it would be great if you could just leave me alone. i mean, sometimes listening wha to do is a good thing. but most of the time, you’re not telling me what to do with my life.
neffy
are gay, annoying stupid and have no idea why we need to follow it. Casually not using any grammar here because grammar rules are basically like instructions, things you have to follow and meh. I refuse to write under time pressure and yes, I’m not writing about instructions anymore hahaha. sad.
Montacia
I have to be honest, they’re hard to follow. Everything’s hard to follow these days. I’m struggling to breathe and so I can’t focus on anything that requires too much attention. It’s such a scary thought. I’m going to be lost like this for the rest of my life. How awful.
Desire
Instruction. Rules, regulations, restrictions. They’re so limiting. Though, they guide you in the direction that you should go in. The safe, helpful direction.
Adam
It didn’t make sense, what kind of instructions where these? First of all: they were not in English. He was flabbergasted at the audacity of the woman – who clearly knew he was English – and sneaked a glare towards her retreating figure.
i really like to skim over them. usually it’s just a matter of trial in error…very rarely are their any major complications that happen from not following instructions. If need be you can go back to learn where you are going wrong.
You know when you’re cleaning your house and you find a tiny object, an eraser or book or instruction leaflet that you never need never use and never throw away? I think that’s who we are as a species. We don’t like to throw things away
basic step by step how to create put together read them men dont helps alot build they tell you how and have pictures Id rather read instructions than do over
I don’t like this word; instructions…
It’s telling me what to do and I don’t like being told what to do.
Next thing I know, it will say I’m doing it wrong.
Can I get a new word?
This is long.
a long minute.
I would not like for time to define our life.
I am getting tired of all of these instructions.
They are telling me how to live my life, how to not be afraid. How to become happier.
Well it is 2:29 in the morning and I am sick and tired of that crap.
I am fearful everyone is.
But you know what? F you for trying to make me like you.
instructions tell me what to do. How am I supposed to know how to operate my oven without some instructions? Or put together a stupid bathroom caddy that has a billion screws and a billion tiny holes to put them in? Instructions make my life easier.
I remember back in 3rd grade our teacher had us all write down directions to make PB&J for a homework assignment. Funny thing was, she followed WHATEVER directions were on our paper to the T. For example, if it said “Spread the peanut butter onto the bread”, she would say aloud, “Well it didn’t say I needed to use the knife, so I guess I’ll just use my hand”. One other incident happened after she had put the PB on one piece and the jelly on the other piece she explained, “Well the directions say ‘now put the two pieces together’, so I guess I’ll just have the jelly and peanut butter on the outside of my sandwich”.
…But alas, she proved a much too stern teacher.
Instructions are really boring to read. I only skim them till I get to the important parts. Especially when it comes to board games. I take the game out of the box and just want to play, I don’t want to have to read how to play it. Most times we decide not to even follow all the instructions, it makes the game more fun.
“All you had to do was follow the instructions!” He should’ve known better. He retrieved the manual from the garbage bin.
She scoffed. “Oh come on not reading the instructions is half the fun. It’s all about the guessing. Does this part and that part go together? Why do I have all these extra parts? This doesn’t look anything like the picture. Besides reading is boring.”
“At least look at the diagrams.”
I hate them. So stringent, so forced. I hate them. They attack me, endlessly, incessantly. I can’t stop it. I am pushed along, dragged down a path I never would have chosen to go upon. I hate them. They’re so oppressive and I cannot breathe. Ah. How great it would be… to taste sweet relief.
i wish life came with a set of instructions. Back when I was young people would always tell me what to do or how to do things. I’m not young and that’s not even true. I taught myself all kinds of things. Or half-taught myself them. Other people need instructions more than I do, they always ask me to teach them things.
Success is everything a man needs. We fought and died for it. But yet it is undefined. People think success is fame, money and power. But these are all false thinking. Success comes to those who strive to live a good life and make life of others better.
“Okay, have you read the instructions?” Delilah asked anxiously, glancing at her watch.
“Yeah, of course I did! How else would I know how to assemble a table?” Delilah looked at me with an annoyed expression and tapped her foot in impatience.
“Well, get on with it!” I sighed and picked up the hammer.
The instructions were written in some type of archaic language. Maybe they were hieroglyphs. All she knew was that these were the single most important words that have ever lay before her. The key to saving humanity. If only she weren’t the last one left in this desolate city. All the sudden, unclear as to if it was from the gust of the wind, the door slammed, leaving her trapped in the dark and murky room.
Conforming to society involves following people and their views, taught to do so since born, we should all be instructed the same way to do the same thing properly in order to coexsist effortlessly, which still causes indentity problems and so on, such as body imagine issues, and everyone knows, instructions command you, they don’t suggest anything to you.
heres the thing about instructions. no one really understands. they give. but no one takes. it’s quite analogous with life if you think about it. there’s just no way of knowing. no way to do things right. who’s to judge? who makes the instructions? why are there such things?
Life didn’t come with instructions. There was no pamphlet of pictures insert slot a into slot y. No there wasn’t even a manual on how to navigate the rough patches, but that was what made it sweeter to the dying man. He had lived without a guiding hand and as such he had lived a full life.
Cutting with scissors. Completely straight lines. Confusion. Back tracking, Hard to understand. Easy to take. I love instructions, they make my life so much easier. I hate having to use my imagination for stuff, because it is so weak.
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I wish life had a manual. Because sometimes I’m so scared of making a misstep and I’m afraid that our fragile peace will fall and shatter, shards on the ground like bits of cold, cold ice, and there’s no ctrl + z. They say mistakes make you stronger but they only make me bleed. Drip, drip, drip.
“GO MAKE ME THAT FUCKING MONEY WHORE!” was the instructions he spat at her. Crying, tears staining down her dirty face, she got into the car with the random sleazy John of the hour. She hated this. She got in and rode with him to her usual dirty, pay-by-the-hour, sleaze motel. They went to room 4-B and went to work. She told him her usual rate. She’s just doing what she’s told. She’s tired. She’s so fucking tired. But she’s just doing what she’s told.
the instructions were simple enough. Yet so hard to carry out. Did I really have to do this? I can feel already that this is going to end badly. These stupid instructions. These terrible instructions. These ingenious instructions that could probably change everything.
instructions? really? what something tells you to do. properly. unless they’re trolls. then maybe it’s a way for you to get in trouble. step by step. oral or written. or pictures.
“Did you follow the instructions?”
“Well, not exactly,” Emily responded to Grace’s bewildered expression. The instructions had fallen out of the plastic bag crumpled on the floor. “I’m sure this will be fine,” she added with the faintest grasp at hope.
If there is one thing I hate more than trying to pay attention, it is following instructions. I march to my own damn beat. I don’t follow orders. You can always give me suggestions, and advice on things I might want to do. But give me instructions, and you will lose my respect.
There are so many instuctions. we follow them. we belveive in them. they are a sense of purpose. we dont know why but there right and we follow. though at times we choose not to, and in those times we find ourselves. we become stronger when the intuctions we are given are made our own and transpired in ouor own way
instructions i didnt even know that was my word at first following the instructions the site told me its hard for me to type this word i always follow instructions i wish i didnt some times its better not to
I read the instructions, I swear I did! How did I get such a bad grade on this? How can he write that I need to follow instructions better. My paper fits every aspect of his rubric. If my grades slip, my parents will kill me, no-worse, they’ll stop paying my tuition.
go here go there go everywhere. but where shall I go? Go up down and all around
I used to write goofy stories based on comics I read. I wrote one about a silly girl who bought a toaster and it was a complete and utter rip-off of the XKCD strip about not reading the instruction manual, called “RTFM;” I’m still ashamed. My teacher loved it.
The instructions on the battery of my netbook were translated from Chinese and make me laugh when I’m sad.
The instructions were as follows: Get into the car, tell the driver that Margie sent you, close your eyes, wait.
Aunt Margie was sending me on a scavenger hunt. But for what?
the instructions sprawled against the board,
directions smeared across the surface
you tell me what to do repeatedly
but baby is it worth it?
im not your slave anymore
i belong to ge.
He was staring at them blankly, unsure of where to go from here. “161 bosworth ave.,” it read, and nothing more. The door before him was red, cherry red with a big brass knocker. To knock or not to knock? He had nothing better to do.
vjdnskfv,dsnkjfndskjfnm dkjdsknd,vd
I’ve been told to go off the beaten path,
And on to a journey of the world unknown,
But somehow I still see the faces that I know quite well.
My joker.
My love.
My clown.
My best friend.
My wise sage.
My intemperate ally.
All of you are with me no matter where I go.
Instructing me on how to live my life is peace and harmony.
And it doesn’t even matter that we’ve never met before.
i hate following instructions. don’t tell me what to do. it’s obnoxious. it would be great if you could just leave me alone. i mean, sometimes listening wha to do is a good thing. but most of the time, you’re not telling me what to do with my life.
are gay, annoying stupid and have no idea why we need to follow it. Casually not using any grammar here because grammar rules are basically like instructions, things you have to follow and meh. I refuse to write under time pressure and yes, I’m not writing about instructions anymore hahaha. sad.
I have to be honest, they’re hard to follow. Everything’s hard to follow these days. I’m struggling to breathe and so I can’t focus on anything that requires too much attention. It’s such a scary thought. I’m going to be lost like this for the rest of my life. How awful.
Instruction. Rules, regulations, restrictions. They’re so limiting. Though, they guide you in the direction that you should go in. The safe, helpful direction.
It didn’t make sense, what kind of instructions where these? First of all: they were not in English. He was flabbergasted at the audacity of the woman – who clearly knew he was English – and sneaked a glare towards her retreating figure.