Individualism - murdered

My mum wanted to visit me on my birthday while I wished to spend the day all by myself. She prevailed. I ended up spending the day in crowded shopping malls, visiting mum’s relatives and friends, and finally someone’s birthday party.

I did not spend any time for myself.

One early morning, my uncle came to my apartment unannounced and made my home his for weeks. He spared nothing. He slept on my bed, scribbled all over the newspaper before anyone could read it, used my toiletries, cell phone and anything and everything I possibly could think of. I asked him to spare the newspaper.

I am now his preposterous nephew.

I was in a meeting at office the other day and the man who sat next to me did not bring a pen or a book even though he knew they are required. He asked me for a paper and I provided him one. Next, he asked me for the pen I had. I told him that I do not share my pen with other people. He did not even seem to care, he plucked the pen from me and started to scribble vigorously.

The tip of my pen bled, leaving a thick blue smudge on the paper as it suffered in his monstrous hand.