Metaphysical Graffiti

In all twenty four years of my life this has never happened. Until now. I've finally been defaced in public form. Finally being hated. Finally I'm being hated enough for my "hater" to take it out in nearly artistic form. While perusing the supply room the other day at work I stumbled upon a rather unfavorable caricature of me scribbled onto the supply list. It really didn't look like me. It would have looked like me if my head was slightly wider, misshapen and had been through what looked enough physical trauma to bring down a fleet of robots. My hair was too sparse to mention (which is why I think the bald guy did it) and several of my teeth were gone. However the remaining teeth were ideally symmetrical enough to eat solid food. I was amazed at the practicality of the notion that I could eat even with only a third of my teeth. I was just happy enough to be hated. I'm happy that I was able to twist my Mr. Nice Guy persona and lower it to a level where people have to let out their anguish by drawing crude pictures of me. I only hope that next time they use a real wall as paper never lasts forever. My real aspiration is to one day find my name in a bathroom stall. For now I can dream, and maybe every day one more person will start hating me.