Yes it is true... A confession. I steal. Now, just before you begin to think this is some corny posting that is ultimately gonna say something cheesy like "i steal hearts", I hereby assure you it is not.
Yes it is true... A confession. I steal. Because of my profession, I shall choose not to reveal the nature of my work lest I get myself into some senseless inquisition. Yet, it is precisely because of the necessity of work that has rendered me helpless and numb to this abhored habit.
Yes it is true... A confession. I steal. This horrible habit. I have never done this before prior to joining this harsh profession. Yes, I assume it surely must be cursed. (ie voodoo-ed). Can I say? Will they allow me to utter the name of the profession? Will I live? I do not know. I do know, I'm appalled at how easily I forget and perpetuate this insane habit.
Yes it it true... A confession. I steal. Now I wonder if I can stop this? When? I often question and justify these foolish actions. Stealing things does not even produce this thrill some people experience. Why do I do it? I don't know. I do not even want the things I take.
Yes it is true... A confession. I steal. I only take a certain specific commodity. Why take something I cannot even begin to like nor find much use for? I do not know. Surely then it must be this mad profession that has driven us all insane in our own little ways. I have seen colleagues doing equally strange and horrible things, like tearing up paper or cutting the line at food stalls. Well, the things I take certainly do affect my work. It is indeed a big aid. Perhaps therein lies the reason I seek.
Yes it is true... A confession. I steal. From only a few specific people at work. Do I like them? Maybe I detest them? All the small talk I make with them, the courteous smiles, are they merely to faciliate my deeds? They do not suspect me. Not at all. Certainly not me. When the deed happens, I am not even conscious of it. It is frightening. I take it, sometimes a few at a time, sometimes even in large quantities and I go back to my place. And maybe, just maybe, while sitting at my place, I might come to realise the horrors and extent of my actions.
Yes it is true... A confession. I steal. What do I steal? I take rubber-bands. Red new rubber-bands.
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