Why me?

Every time every one keeps shouting on me. I don't know whether their reasons are valid or not, but I guess they are valid every time because it's always my fault.

There are many incidents till now where I am doing or performing some usual things and some outsider shouts on me and make me do the reverse of it.

Many students in college used to sit on the wall in the corridor, when I tried to sit on the same wall; I was noticed by some or the other lecturer and no doubt he/she started shouting .

Whenever me and my friends did any mischief in any of the lecture, lecturer noticed only me, he/she thinks I am the only culprit and throws me out of the class or asks me to come and meet him/her in the staff room(Specially my OOPS lecturer).

Last day of my college, we were deciding the place for our party after the paper in the parking; obviously no other students were there but still we thought it doesn't matter, while returning home from that parking lot, the boy in the parking lot shouted on me - 'Kyu paper parking me dete ho kya?,'

When we went for the party, there was no place in the parking of the restaurant, so like every one else we decided to park our vehicle in front of the shop nearby, but again on no one else the guard of that shop shouted on me .

Yesterday, when I was standing along with my friends in front of her house, but we were standing on the main road, two policemen came and started shouting – 'Kitane time se khade ho, ye kya khade rehne ki jagah hai kya, chalo nikalo'.

Once, we went to Archies showroom, again my mistake I took my bag inside, the worker in the shop showed his generosity and asked me to give my bag to him till we were in the shop, I agreed, but while returning home I forgot to take my bag and I realized it after 2 hours. When I went there after 2 hours the owner of the shop was standing on the door along with my bag in his hand, started shouting when he noticed me and gave me lecture for nearly 15-20 minutes continuously.

Few days back I went in one of the restaurant, ordered for the dish and was sitting with the chair little tilted in front, the waiter shouted on me –'sidhe baitho madam chair tut jayegi'. (I don't think so that the infrastructure of that restaurant was that good, even a little bend of chair will matter them a lot).

In college every student was allotted the places according to there roll numbers, mine was beside a fat, black, Stinky boy , It may sound little stupid but he was totally unadorable. So, I used to exchange my place with one roll number before me. Many other students were changing place, but still one of our fat, pig-like lecturer always shouted on only me.

I guess these incidents are enough right now because the list is long and unending.

For all the reasons I keep shouting again on myself - 'Why me only?'