Selfish.

3 hours past midnight. I was hungry. Crept downstairs to the kitchen, searching. Looked at a cupboard stocked with instant noodles. Continue to eat this artificial shit and soon your hair will fall off, I told myself. The pineapple tarts caught my eye. Bengawan Solo pineapple tarts. Neatly stashed inside a green cardboard covering. I opened it slowly. The golden brown tarts looked like over-sized oval pills. Tempting. I peeled off the scotch tape, and removed the plastic cover. Picked up the fattest looking tart I saw. Put it in my mouth. Flavours rushed through my mouth. The sweet and tangy taste of the pineapple filling. The puffy crust which was so soft it melted in my mouth. Irresistible. I popped another into my mouth. Damn these little buggers were good. Yet another. The fourth one made me look back into the container. An empty hole had been formed amongst the neatly arranged cookies. Gone within a minute. So fast... too fast. 

Selfish. What if the others noticed that the pineapple tarts had been opened? Two days, maximum. Then they would be gone. No more delicious yummy pineapple tarts. Easy decision. I covered the open container. Slid it nicely back into the green cardboard covering. Returned it to its original position, and placed a whole box of Japanese noodles onto it. No one would suspect a thing. 

How selfish can human beings get? Family members hiding goodies from one another. That's just the tip of the iceberg. Goodies, gifts, money, land, people. The desire to have can be strong. And the human conscience and resolve, weak. 

Luckily its only a box of pineapple tarts.