Sometimes, nobody cares what you think. They let you walk by without a "Hello", or a "How are you?". Nobody looks at you and knows how you really feel- they just trash you and pay no attention to the life afterwards. Nobody really looks inside- they judge by the color of your skin, or how skinny you are. That's not what people are made of, so why do people care?
These thoughts run through my head every single day. I'm not the thinnest person around, and my hair is short, and I have glasses and freckles, and so what if I like sweater vests? People think I'm a dweeb because I'm always reading- reading is awesome. The books I like pull me in and make me want to keep reading. They also look at me once and know they'd never want to be my friend, because I'm too fat. Once, the meanest girls in school made me step on a scale in the locker room in front of everybody. It was the worst day of my life.
I wish people could see through my flaws on the outside and just really get to know me on the inside. Sure, I like to roleplay. What's wrong with that? It's not geeky, like those online fighting games where you make the character and go around beating up dragons. I make friends and have fun, and nobody knows me for anything else but what I say. Sure, I like classical music. It makes me feel peaceful, and in serenity. What's wrong with that?
When you see someone that you roll your eyes at and go "They are so weird…", don't think about them as weird until you see what they are actually going through. They could have ADD, or ADHD, or even turrets syndrome. And you are telling them off. How mean!
Meet someone inside first. Meet someone's heart before you meet their looks. Then, you could make someone happy, and make yourself gain just one more friend.
Note that this is not a true story. Just letting people know with a realistic case.
THANKS. –YourLyna