Sensitive and Cool

Once upon a time, in a quiet, tiny town, there lived Sensitive. Living next door was Sensitive's friend and neighbour, Cool.

Sensitive inherited many stones in his garden from the previous owner of his house. One day, Cool asked Sensitive if he could toss a stone over the separating walls of their respective gardens everytime Sensitive was in his garden. Considering it wasn't much of a hassle, Sensitive agreed, and started throwing a stone over the wall everytime he was at his garden.

Now the weird part was that everytime Sensitive tossed a stone over the wall, a crow would appear from nowhere and perch itself on Sensitive's roof. It stayed there for a few seconds, before disappearing as mysteriously as it had appeared.

This totally random occurance confused Sensitive, yet since the crow did not bother nor shite on his property, Sensitive continued tossing the stones over the wall.

One particular morning, the birds were chirping and the sun was high in the sky. 'What a wonderful day, the kind that makes you glad to be alive,' Sensitive thought, as he walked into his garden to water his plants. He was about carry out his ritual of tossing the stone when Cool appeared at his side of the garden. Curious about the crow, Sensitive asked;

'What's with the stones and the crow?'

'Don't question my motives. Just continue throwing the stones. Five seconds of your time, is it very difficult?'

Indignant by what he thought was a totally uncalled for sacastic reaction which shouldn't arise from someone asking for a favour, Sensitive mild-manneredly responded;

'Get a fucking life.'

'Don't pms me. Get your life sorted out first.' Cool replied. 'You like to be so sensitive so be it.'

Baffled by the completely incoherent response, Sensitive tried to get his point across to Cool. The simple point being, why the sacasm to someone whom was, honestly trying to figure out what the favour being asked of, was about.

Yet, Cool maintained his stand.

'Like I said, you're too sensitive.'

Of course the fact that Sensitive was in a perfect mood before this lovely conversation had no bearing on the conclusion. Cool's alway's right, even though he had a contingency booklet of 101 excuses when things seem against him.

Thus, finally realizing the error of his ways, Sensitive apologised.

'Sorry, it's all my fault, go fuck spider please'

And with that, Cool fell silent and retreated back into his house, another battle well won. 'How can I ever be wrong, how can anything ever be my fault,' he thought.

Moral of the story: When people ask you for a favour, just do it. Don't be a wanker, don't be sensitive. You owe it to them to put up with their sacasm while doing them their favours.

End of story**