Overnight Leaders

Bakeshops are always expecting suckers to be buying bread all the time because they’d always sell old bread from yesterday and get them suckers to buy one or two a day later, especially the cheaper breads where they could just stack and hide the old ones alongside the fresh ones, probably under the same idea that there’s always one bad egg in every ten that a chicken would lay, or there’s at least one crazy professor you’d get for every semester you'd enroll in college.

I bought some bread to go with my afternoon coffee yesterday and like what I said, the goddam bakery was so kind enough to sell me some old prehistoric bread that I didn’t find out sooner when I was already back at my desk, no where in hell I was going to eat them so I just used them as bait for these mouse traps because I had been hoping to get rid of these mice that had been running on my floor even during daytime when I worked, like it was their own mousetropolis and they’d be chewing to almost anything I have around the place. I did catch a couple of the mice though, and one of them even bit me at the hinge of my thumb probably for giving him a prehistoric bread for its last supper.

Then later that night my cousin was calling me up to join this personality development seminar today, I said I didn’t want to because I will be busy with other things today but she was so relentless in asking me to join because she said it’ll make a good leader out of me and all that crap, that I felt this seminar can turn me into another mao where I will be able to lead peasants to a cultural revolution in the mountains and denounce all things stupid in this country. I didn’t answer her calls the whole night though, I just busied myself with my brother’s school project where he asked me to help him carve just about anything for his class, I sculpted mike tyson’s mug in a potato and gave it to him, took me about an hour and I left my palm with cuts and smelling like raw potato.

It was a bad day start for today knowing I couldn’t hold on to a pen at work with wounds and a bitemark on my hand but what made it worse was my cousin still calling me up even while I was sleeping before daybreak and asking me to join that seminar she kept talking about since yesterday. The goddam truth is that I am not a very sociable person in a crowd if you know me, and moreover this seminar is about behavior development and I think most people joining here all believe they could change themselves overnight which will be just another grand buffet of phoniness. Really if she just didn’t bug me that much I couldn’t have been one hell of a sarcastic for the rest of the day.