"say hi to him for me," he says. as i acquiesce, he departs, making it my mission to carry out the deed. i grab my phone and forward the message to the destined person. this is where this story gets me. i get a response. i am invited to go for some beers but here's the catch, i must also bring the original sender with me. here's another catch, he just left. here's the situation, i am the messenger between two people. if you had a hard time following i am also known as a tool. a person without feelings, with no life, with no real friends apparently, with the naïve desire to help, shall i even add a selfless individual people walk all over to get what they want. i am also a garbage, a third wheel, a toothbrush, an exit, a pawn in their imminent love affair. the reality is, if i am not needed, i am not invited. this was a two person invite and i felt short one person. a slap in my face. and that person was the most important one too. two slaps in my face. now i'm heading home thinking about the lack of selfless people in my world. and may i remind that we're all part of it. this was introducing my problem with selfishness —and it was just an example of such behaviour. it's the accumulation of these that makes my love life be obliterated into the star we revolve around and be reflected on the moon on those lonely nights. i am allowed a bit of cynical thoughts, i just don't get the concept of the ends justifies the means, when the ends are not guaranteed and i am left alone.