The Killing Joke

Despite having tons of tasks laying around for me to do at work, and having constant updates circulating all over the internet from the Auto Expo 2016, which I had been waiting (read that dying) to read about, and even after having a yummy team lunch to attend to - All I want to do now (and been wanting to do all this week) is... just write. Write pages and pages about... Aarrghhh!! This freakin' mosquito is driving me crazy!

I have no clue how he (yes, the mosquito) is doing it but he is hiding himself on the black shade of my desktop monitor, or at times beneath, where the handle is fixed to hold the monitor. Sometimes, he hides amidst those black colored cables spread all over, in the corner of the desk, behind the monitor. Damn! Those camouflage skills! And sometimes, he is not even scared, he is flying right in the middle of my view of the monitor; It is so frustrating when he is resting on my arm! And even worse, when I am engaged, writing something so beautiful (to me)… he's, out of nowhere, biting me and frenziedly feasting on my blood! Every single time!! God! I hate you, Mr. Mosquito! (And I wonder who's taking care of housekeeping at my work place. So much for hygiene! And I also wonder how this lonely, poor fellow snuck in)

Okay, now, you must be wondering, "You could just kill it, you know?" Correct? Well, I have always had this problem – I cannot kill a mosquito with my bare hands. I have never. You know, when my sister – who, by the way, enjoys hunting them every dark night – gives me that stare, I tend to act as if I am trying to kill one and missed. It is very difficult to put that act for her because sometimes I, accidentally, don't miss. They fly so much! I just cannot stand it when its blood spills on my hands or fingers. Eeww!

Did you just call me a 'wuss' mentally, now? How dare you, huh! You know, this is exactly what sets Batman apart. With all those deadly weapons and gadgets available at his fingertips, with Ninja-like abilities and training, with those highly skilled moves that help him kick asses of a whole mob, all at once, single handedly and then vanish like a shadow in the dark, with so much strength and resources in his possession… he never kills (At least, tries his best not to). It's his sense of justice that does not let him. He always remains true to his code of honor. And so do I. :) (Amazed how I just compared myself to the Batman, again? Silly reader, just wait and read along)

But, God, this mosquito! He reminds me so much of Heath Ledger's Joker from the Dark Knight! (Yep, dear reader, now is the time you should really be amazed for I just compared Mr. Mosquito to Heath's iconic 'Joker' :P). It is as if we both are communicating. He has no fear of me whatsoever, instead it's as if he is enjoying every bit teasing me. Frustrating me by not letting me complete what I have been wanting to write for so many days. Tempting me to break my code. Pushing me to kill him! It's like he is saying things to me in Heath's voice: 

Mr. Mosquito:   Ah-ta-ta-ta-ta! [resting on my arm] You have nothing, nothing to threaten me with. Nothing to do with all your strength.

Me:                     [Moving my arm slightly] Leave me alone.

Mr. Mosquito:  Killing is making a choice. [still on my arm, like he's immovable]

Me:                     [Waving my arm frantically in the air] Leave. ME. ALONE!

Mr. Mosquito: [Now, flying right in front of my screen] Come on, I want you to do it, I want you to do it. Come on, hit me. *Hit me!*

Me:                     You're garbage who kills for blood.

Mr. Mosquito:  Don't talk like one of them. You're not! Even if you'd like to be. To them, you're just a freak, like me! You see, these morals, these codes, they're a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as the world allows them to be. See, I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of the curve.

This is exactly what one of our telepathic conversations would have seemed like, I think. I don't know if it is just mere stupidity of Mr. Mosquito or just simply laziness that he does not fly away from me even when I am moving my arm or snap at him with my fingers. Feels like he has been just here all day long. I have pushed him off on several occasions yet he is coming back! Why can't I just kill him, Lord! Oh my God, he is back again now!

Mr. Mosquito: Oh, you. You just couldn't let me go, could you? This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. You truly are incorruptible, aren't you? You won't kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness. And I won't leave you because you're just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever.

Me:                    Well, if you have snuck into this huge building, all alone, just to suck my blood. Then just get it over with! Don't kill me like this!

Mr. Mosquito: [giggling] I don't, I don't want to kill you! What would I do without you? Go back to sucking those mere, juicy, sweet beings with no fight in them? No, no, NO! No. You... you... complete me.
 

Okay, that's it now! I have officially run out of patience! Let me make an exception this one time and kill this joke!

Until then, take care, gentle reader. (And pray for me that I come out victorious out of this)

See you on the other side,
K