Eshtine

today at work we argued about war

And then the lady who's my demi-boss announced we'd be better off not helping anybody ever, since it's not appreciated. "Do we do it to be liked or because it's the right thing to do?" I asked.
"We shouldn't do it at all. We should help ourselves and forget everybody else."
I came around the corner. "Don't start," she warned, giggling reflexively, seeing the look on my face.
"We'll just put you on your own little island where you can live by yourself with your dog."
"That'd be fine."
Later she said, "I change my mind. If someone wants our help, we should help them. If they don't, we shouldn't."
I had to take a phone call. Afterward I announced, "I have an amendment to your proposal."
"What is it?"
"We help those who want our help. We don't help those who don't want our help. And when those who want our help lob missiles at us, we stop helping them."
This amendment was accepted. The entire office agreed that we should be the ones running the world.
During the afternoon we threw a paper airplane around, coughing on it before launching it into the next cubicle, threatening each other with germ warfare.