What is?

A person without purpose? Can one exist in such state?

A disabled person knocked on my door today, wanting me to donate money so he can celebrate canada day next month. A deaf man’s plead for mercy. I refused…

I did not feel pity for him. Nor any sympathy. Why? Cause I smelled a rat from him. He… is the kind of person who makes other feel bad for his disability. His eyes, is that of an evil merchant. Trading my guilt for my own money.

When I refused, he made some sound of protest. I guess he’s deaf, for he couldn’t form any comprehensible speech. It made me feel very guilty, but my sixth sense tells me to shut the door.

My logical side is always late to come in to my rescue. I have to sit here to see the fake that he is. Here are a few points worth nothing:

1. He has a pot belly. That means, he’s been eating well.
2. His way of protesting, playing on my conscious by making grunting noise from the throat, resembles that of a person who have talked and talked for his whole life. Someone who’s been deaf for a while, will not protest in such way.
3. Why would someone beg for money so he can celebrate canada day? Begging is done so you can get bread.
4. He is nothing compared to that blind man I met. He is trash when put side by side with him.
5. FUCK HIM for using my conscious.