Please....

When I was born I never knew how often I would use the word please….

1. When I was born I cried out and asked my mom please tell these morons around me stop staring….
2. At 3 I asked my mom please clean my shit…
3. By 6 I asked the bully in my class please not to eat my breakfast and ask for my teacher’s permission to use my crayons which I bought….
4. At 10 I begged my mom to go for basket ball classes please please ma…. I hate kathak, but still kathak it was… I still can’t hold a beat after 3 years of training…
5. On the verge of puberty asking my elder sister- please tell me when this monthly hell is gonna end…. And she replied it’s just the beginning…
6. I was in high school…. I was fat, not popular, average at studies…. I stand no where… I used to ask god please either make me normal or make me geek… I don’t belong any where….
7. In college struggling with bratty kids, judgments passed on my clothes on the way I walk…. Asking them please stop mocking me… you live your life and let me live mine… they won’t listen…
8. In grad school finally got the people who would accept me as I am but by this time I was mature enough to let go anything….. the new tension here were would I get a job, how will I make money… it wasn’t my fault recession came…. God didn’t have a problem neither did my parents but my neighbor’s did… so I said please don’t butt in…
9. I am 23 I have almost 2 years of work ex…. I still don’t know what I want to do… lucky people who know this at an early age…. I am trying to live my life without hassles but its way not near it… I still need to get permission from my dad to go out…. I cant save money because I barely have any to complete my travel allowances per month…. Please leave me alone

Life sucks…. but when my junior pleaded in front of me and said please can I have an off tomorrow… I felt really good…. Then an addiction grew that of power… please isn’t bad at least when we are not the one saying it…