Karma or how I pretended to be lame

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Submitted: December 07, 2015

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Karma or how I pretended to be lame

I started doing it as a joke. I pretended that I had a limp in my right leg. It all started when I met with my sister once, whom I received with my limp leg. She laughed and asked me what was wrong and I, instead of smiling and saying that I was kidding, I said I'd hurt myself. For a second I thought that it was not worth to continue the situation, but I continued with my performance. We went to eat, a little slower than usual.

After that, I went home and said goodbye to my sister, who naively told me to get better. The fact is that now that I was at home with no one watching, I still pretended that I was lame.


The following day I kept on with my performance. I was preparing for those public examinations, so I went to the library walking slowly. In a sense, I liked people looking at me with that compassionate look, and thinking that I was a poor creature. I became addicted to this people´s reaction and I designed new ways to make other people feel sorry for me. So I saved for a few months and bought a wheelchair. You had to see the smile on my face, going like hell down the streets. Once I even fell down, crashing into a lottery stand. I had to go crawling back to the chair ignoring several hands that were offered to help me. Leave me alone, leave me in peace assholes, I screamed. And I enjoyed their displeased faces when they saw that I even insulted them. Thus I researched new sociological fields. Sometimes I asked for money alongside another beggar to see who made more money. I used to win the competition, I must say. Sometimes I insulted random people to see if they dared to answer. Many did not have the guts.


Call it karma or whatever. I failed the exams. And besides, I had to undergo an operation due to a pneumothorax. I think that with one´s own we have enough, you do not need to pretend anything. The good side, I quit smoking after the pneumothorax. Every cloud has a silver lining, so they say. And yet, wasn´t it good while it lasted?


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