I got a phone call earlier in the day, someone requesting for a sump'm sump'm. I was gonna decline, because I felt like my charity was being abused. But then I went for mass in commemoration of All Saints Day, and someone told me, "It's all about how you choose to respond." So in the end, I decided not to stoop down to pettiness. Surprisingly, it wasn't too bad. The bruised ego prospect was just a farce. Maybe there's hope for me after all.