I’ve never been into bitter, physical fights before despite the fact that I could easily lose my temper. But then as one grows older there comes certain instances when direct confrontations are already imperative. And that is my view as I write this right now.
The attack in our house last night was a cowardly act of some unknown people who either have no concrete thing in their heads or are just plain drug addicts. As far I know I don’t have any domestic enemies who would resort to such antics. This is vandalism at its lowest, most primordial form – attacking for no apparent reasons. This thing has happened many times already; once our bath towel was deliberately burned outside, our back window opened and vandalized, and our front door defaced.
I am quite sure that those savages will not be able to read this, but I am raising a challenge that if anyone has to settle any issue with me, it is better to lay the issue down in front of me and settle it face-to-face. I cannot afford to fight cowards who can only attack when everyone else is asleep. And certainly I do not want to live among savages. I detest living there in the past years. To live with them any longer is to condone their savagery and recognize their savage nature.
Does this call for a house transfer? I say yes. Definitely. We deserve a more human living. Enough of all these.