When I was little, my parents taught me to be a nice boy. I was shy, awfully quiet in presence of strangers. I never fought with other kids. Even someone bullied me, I ran home and asked my parents to protect me.
“Only bad kids fight and curse.” This was the concept. My parents are nice and old-fashioned. They thought that the best thing for a boy was to get good grade and not cause any trouble in school. So it was not strange that I became a geek. When other kids played games outside, I could only watch them play from a safe distance. Even with permission, I could only stay outside for a little while. My parents acted like this for a good reason. My head was broken by a rock supposedly thrown at other kids. Once I slipped into pool filled with icy water and was almost frozen to death when my big sister and I were out collecting firewood in winter. Maybe my parents were just being overprotective or I was a trouble magnet that time. When other kids played outside, I stayed home reading books from library, where my mom worked as a librarian. In spite of the worries and troubles I caused, my parents saw me as a good boy with all my politeness and shyness. This was the 70s and things have changed quite a lot since.
When I grew up, I found that my “virtues” worked against me in many situations. People pushed me aside getting on a bus or someone cut in the line to buy train ticket. Mostly I just ignore them because they are rude, obnoxious and don’t know better. But what bothers me is that such so called stupid people actually benefit for their behavior rather than getting punished. They get on a bus first. They get tickets before me. And they seem like victors and me, a “good” guy, feel like a loser. What is wrong? Do I need to become pushy and inconsiderate so I won’t be taken advantage of? Such thoughts haunted me for a really long time before I came to Beijing.
After years in and out of work in big or small companies, I’ve become stronger and more independent. But the shy and polite little boy is still inside of me. This is like something running in my blood or built in my genes. A few days ago, I was dragged into a stupid fight with a woman on the Internet. I had no idea why she jumped on me. But I was forced to defend myself after her repeated verbal abuse, ungrounded accusation, and the incredibly provocative attitude. She is warsome. She is overbearing. She is a bitch!
I surprised everyone in the endless argument, battling with her and her ally, a scum living abroad. I used flaws in their remarks to attack them relentlessly. For the first time in my life, I found that it was such a thrill! I felt so alive by giving them clever replies making them look like idiots. My friends told me that there is no point fighting with people full of shit. But what would you do if someone keeps bugging you for more than two days and two nights. Ironically the woman in this story wrote a “poem”. She describes herself as a mosquito and me a pest spray. This is getting better and better. Without further adue, please enjoy her wonderful work.
We are the happy crowd
buzzed with excitement
with enough human blood
We are well feed
We are the happy crowd
living a simple life
with our fellows we play around
among us no life -or- death combat
we are the happy crowd
small and powerful ,we are boundless in the world
Let those mean mosquito killing stuff go to hell
fearless ,we won’t be defeated '
吾辈扮蚊子，
嗡嗡兴奋始。
喝足人类血，
撑得像半死。
快乐一群人，
简朴生活层。
爱玩皆同伙，
杀生也成仁。
快活在人群，
人间小智能
丑蚊入天堂，
无畏失败等。
