pigging out

Pigging Out – the title that is well suited to this man.

Here’s the catch: While some are having the forty winks the Pig would tiptoes to the kitchen and rummage the fridge, leaving empty plastic bags and messy pig slices. If you caught the pig, the pig would just grins with his bloated-mouth, cleans his muddled face and leaves you in a shock state. If the pig has a bucket of goodies, the pig would turn away to his company and would face the wall vacantly while pigging out the goodies crunchily noisy.

You would always see the pig pigging out the goodies like a bachelor in the kitchen and the pig would never cares if he has company. That’s the man I met that gave me annoyance at the outset but then the irritation grew into embarrassment. There were times that I would like to tell him that he wouldn’t need to pig-out. There were times that I’d love to evaporate whenever he’s pigging out because I feel ashamed about him.



And now, I am trying to understand this man. Maybe he’s one of the grown-ups who failed to grow and still fixated to the mine-mine attitude of kiddoes. Meeting this man made me feel proud about my parents on how they nurtured us the value of sharing. Whenever I see the pig on his pigging out business, I just chuckle and mind my own business.