I'm Always Right

I was walking on a road side, saw a signboard , directing me to walk on the left side. But I chose the right one because "I'm always Right" and had an accident with a car.

"I''m sorry',The driver apologized. But his Nasir khan Jan kinda looks made me  angry. I was carrying a hockey stick, in response I just broke both hands and the nose of that blind Faggot to assure my superiority and obviously it wasn't my mistake because "I am always Right".

I went to the hospital not because of him but because I was hurt a little. The nurse at the hospital held my hand and told me that its just a cut there is nothing to worry about. " Darling! The cut ain't need no bandages your hand is enough ", I said. I  was observing her , thought she must be smiling inside by my flirt. She, in a gentle way picked the scissors and made another cut on my hand. She called the Guards then " ME AND THE GIANT GUARDS" had a small introduction , she wished to introduce me on her behalf. She told the guards that I'm the one who never saw a girl in my whole life and starving for girls and she wrote a great "MY SELF"  essay on me and gave me and the guards such knowledge about me which I never heard like I'm cheap, dumb creepy and blah blah blah.

Then the Guards held me on their hands like they were fallen in love with me and threw me out of the hospital. I, cursing the brutal nurse for her rude behavior and telling myself that " I'm always Right " . It was her fault.

I was expecting her to be cool but she was such a fool, didn't get my positive intentions. I just wanted to hold her hand and to tell her that she's beautiful and It will be an honour for me to be the father of her sons. But its fine its her loss not mine.

Crux:
Some times we know that we are doing wrong but we willingly/unwillingly don't wanna believe that and in this situation we only see that aspect which proves us right.

So, check yourself first and make sure that you are not that person who uses this metaphor " I'm always Right "

Au Revoir ! 

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