Entitled

It’s not a good idea to write when you’re annoyed about other people’s behavior. The hypocrisy of it! I’m scared of the easiness of jumping into the bandwagon of the judgmental ones.

For the last two hours, I was upset and annoyed about the mess people leave in a cinema after the movie. I couldn’t wait to get in front of my computer and write about it. Many heavy words about the lack of civilization and the general being entitled attitude of those that drop everything on the floor and leave without even a furtive glimpse of guilt.

I had at least two pages of supposedly intellectual arguments planned and I felt entitled to write them. Now it’s gone. It was so stupid. It makes no sense. Lucky that I always fall back to the old stone comment. I think I’m a decent human being that will never be without sin and never feel entitled to pick up and throw a stone.

 

Short disclaimer: The Journal of an Uber Driver is a work of fiction.
Long disclaimer: The literary exercise to define a nowadays character for a novel led me to create these 25 blog posts. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Any opinion expressed about Uber should not be interpreted as having a negative connotation. I admire the company as an incumbent of the platform economy and I am a registered Uber driver for research purposes.