Nov 22, 2008 11:11
My Griffin iTrip (that I purchased for about fifty dollars at my local Wal-Mart) is not very good at it's job. First of all, Orlando doesn't really have a good station to set it to that will broadcast my ipod without radio static. It also picks up my engine noise. Driving at high RPMs produces a very high pitched whirring noise in my speakers. This itrip thing isn't very high end so it just makes this dilemna worse. Every station I cycle through, no matter how clear it is they all seem to have atleast a little bit of underlying static. White noise, erroneous, barely audible but I can hear it. Most of the people who ride with me in my car claim they can't even notice, but I can. I can hear it, I know it's there. Just a subtle whirring and buzzing.
This little piss-poor Griffin iTrip is my life. From the outside, to those unaware and untuned to the fine print and subleties of my life everything seems fine. To me, I know that down not so deep. In fact not deep enough, there's something wrong. My life is full of static and white noise that nobody can hear but me. The more I listen to it it just gets louder and louder and harder to listen to, but nobody else can hear it.
...Fuck...just...just fuck