Κυριακή, 24 Αυγούστου 2014
You can't kill them all
I don't like those people.
Anyway, I'm peeing (sorry, too much info but you need to understand how vulnerable I felt) and the door facing the room is open (I live alone). And I see a fucking cockroach on my wall.
On. My. Wall.
As I'm peeing.
A few screams, tears and half a bottle of Aerosol spray later, that thing is lying on the floor, its legs up in the air and it hits me.
These things can survive a nuclear war. These things can do on without their head for days. Τι σκατά βάζουν μέσα στο Αεροξόλ και κόντεψα να πεθάνω μου λέτε?
Άλλο σκέφτηκα όμως.
What hit me was, there are some people that are just like cockroaches. They are disgusting, they creep up on you when you least expect it, they are usually in your business without being invited and it's almost impossible to be rid of them completely.
Some people can be so calculating and cold. And there you go, με το σταυρό στο χέρι, hoping, waiting for someone to recognize and most importantly, appreciate your value, your honesty and loyalty and reward it. But guess what; the society of 2014 we live in, is a fucking sewer. So guess who is at home and who can survive; cockroaches.
You can be the best, the noblest and most worthy of butterflies; honey, nobody is gonna notice because this is a sewer and no butterfly comes out of it alive.