Super bad mood today.
I was prompted to clean up my messy room just now when found a few neglected and forgotten letters slotted among my books. Of which, one was regarding organ transplantation, dated back to April 2006.
The letter sounded so nice and polite you know, but I choose to interpret it this way –
Congratulations!!! You will be turning 21 soon and thus, you can donate your kidney, liver, heart and cornea when you DIE!!! Mahahahaha…!!!
There are many ways you can die. You might be hit by a vehicle, some pots can fall on your head, you might think that your life sucks and decided jump from your window, or you might just collapse, die, and that’s it.
So, it is actually essential that we place a booking on your organs first!!
Well, you are free to omit from our program, BUT, if your organs ever fails you, don’t cry and come begging at our door. We will NOT entertain you because you shall reap what you sow…Who ask you to be selfish first?? Humph!!
Again, we will omit you automatically if you are mentally ill or intellectually disabled, but I guess you are definitely sane enough since you are reading my letter and cursing me concurrently. Thus, you’re definitely in for this!!! Yeah~!!!
Another option is open to you. If you really really really don’t wish to donate, and you want to bring your precious organs to your grave, then live up to 60. By then, your lousy old spare parts will become classic historical artifacts and we won’t need them. Fair enough??
Thanks you very much.
Alright, am I supposed to be happy or not??
They congratulate me and curse me in the same letter. I am speechless…
Back to work.
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