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Whoa What?

You think to yourself as you see on the news that some innocent person was beat up for no reason, "That will never be me." The next day you walk into a conspicuous neighborhood. You look at the adress your friend gave you. You had to go through here to meet him in that shop you agreed on meeting him in. Suddenly, you bump into a man. You were looking at your phone so long, you didn't realize where you were walking. You realize that you just walked into the neighborhood that you had seen on tv. the other day. He, and his friends, slowly turn around. People close in around you. "You should watch where you're going, cuz around these parts, you could get into serious trouble." "Hehe," his friend said. You started to get pushed around by them. You were nothing to them. Weak. The look on their faces were not sympathetic or friendly of any sort, which didn't help. You realize that you are sweating intensely. "I'm sorry, I should get going." The people around you are screaming "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT,FIGHT." Something that would normally happen in the halls of some random school. Instead it's here. On the street. All because you ran into some people who get joy from hurting innocent people and seeing fear in other's eyes. "Already? Awww, we were hoping you could have some fun around here with us." His friends burst out laughing. You realize that the place you are in now has no escape. You are, in fact, in their neighborhood. They did this on a regular basis. These people are not sympathetic at all. They want to see you get hurt and beat up by them. Then you realize and it dawns on you, that you are basically screwed. No other way about it. So as the men stepped towards you, you accept that you are in for a world of hurt. You look into the eyes of the man that draws his arm back slowly, before he lets you have it.

How Come?

So many people judge. There's no way that anyone can deny it. We all say that we try not to judge people, but we all do it. You can walk into a store and be judged right then and there by the people who work there or by the customers. I'm the type of girl who will judge discreetly, because I can't say I don't do it when we all do. I'll judge someone, but I won't make it obvious or make a big show about it with my friends. I do not look at someone then whisper to my friend "Look at her! How gross, the clothes she's wearing!". Besides, clothing is a silly thing to judge people by, although I won't deny it, it plays a big part. I don't like those people who don't hide what they are doing. They look you up and down, and make this face at you as if you're trash, all because they have decided that they are better than you. If you don't do this act then you yourself have shown that you are better than those who do. Why? Because you don't have to make yourself better for your self-esteem or your looks and whatnot. By not doing this, or by not showing any reaction to this (if being done towards you), then you are showing that you don't care. Some of the most respectable people are those who show that they don't care what you think about them, the only thing that matters is what they think or know about themselves.

What if...

I wonder now...if everyone were given a chance to get to know someone that they had just seen on the street or in a supermarket...would it be easier to find love? I wonder sometimes...is that guy walking down the street my friend? Or possibly more? What was to happen if we met? Would he say nothing? Would I say nothing? Who really is behind that face that i see? Someone kind? Someone unsure of themselvs?? I wonder....could everyone be my friends?