Useless beings...

I was told once that the only way to achieve something was to give up who I am. I don't want to do that now... in fact, I never really did. Even when I've set to obey every command Nazgul would give, I didn't trully meant it. I didn't follow everything exactly, perhaps a bit of my fault, had to be more determined. But, perhaps I just couldn't give up myself, so unconsciously I sabotaged myself. That's a good thought, it shows that at least unconsciously I try to help myself.
But things are looking better now, way more clear... I like it.
Soon I'll have a bit more of time, shall be fun. I like dodgeball, a lot, hope we get to play tomorrow.
I can't remember much about all the things that seemed to deserve to appear here.
I thought a lot about this story today, I didn't make it up, saw it someday at the television. Some years ago, when I was in high school.


The boy walked into the pet shop, well, at least I guess it was a pet shop. They sold stuff for pets but they also sold dogs and cats that had no owner, some found at the street, other donated to the shop. Well, too many details that I don't really remember.
So, we have this boy, walking toward the guy that runs the pet shop. Or whatever that shop is called. And he says:
—Good morning sir, I would like to buy a dog.
The man, somewhat around forty years, look at the boy amused. Boys this young normally come with their parents, they aren't that independant. Anyway, he proceeds to ask:
—Sure, young man, are you looking for a particular breed?
—Uh, no... I'm just looking for a dog.
—Okay, come.
He leads the boy through a narrow corridor, barking can be heard from the other side. The corridor gives into another corridor, not so narrow, surrounded by cages. In every cage, three or four small dogs, some newborn, other just small breeds. Some cages hold only one, larger, older.
The man proceeds into speaking about all the breeds and the ones that he would recommend the most for playing, guarding the house, and such.
—This one!
The boy points to a cage in which lies a calm dog, not barking like almost all the others. The man gets annoyed by the fact that the boy didn't even bother to listen to what he was saying, he starts to think that this boy is unaware to the fact that he'll have to actually pay for the dog. After getting closer to the mentioned cage, he says:
—Oh... this one... listen, young man, you don't want this dog.
—Why not? He looks like a fine dog!
—It came here after suffering an accident, its previous owners didn't want it anymore...
—Why not?!
—Look.
The man points to the dog, more specifically to its legs. And the boy then notices that there's something different, the dog has only three legs. "So that's what's it all about", he thinks. The man look at the serious expression at the boy's face and turns around.
—It's sad indeed, but that's life, come, I guess you'll like th...
—I'll stay with this one.
—What?! That dog can't even run, you can't be serious, boy.
—I am serious, I want to buy this dog.
—Listen, I know you mighty be feeling sad about its condition, but he's a useless dog now, no one wants that dog.
—I want.
—May I ask, why would you want such an useless being?
The boy stares seriously at the man's eyes. The man feels as if he had just challenged the boy, who couldn't refure the challenge yet couldn't win.
The young one then proceeds to uncover one of his legs.
—Because I'm an "useless being" myself.
The man sees that the bare leg is a prosthesis.
No more words were said during the transaction.