"What's that book your reading there, stranger?" Says an unfamiliar man.
"City Of Lost Souls." I reply dryly.
"I'm sorry what?" He asked even though he heard me.
"You heard me. City Of Lost Souls." I tried to go deeper into my book and ignore him.
"Oh yeah, that book shouldn't exist." He said, obviously judging a book by it's name.
"*snorts* Judging a book by it's name, not even it's cover. You shouldn't exist." I whispered the first sentence.
"You have no right to say that."
"You have no right to judge a book by it's cover. And no man should have the right to take another man's life, but it seems we make our own rights sometimes. And if that's the case then we're both in the wrong. So, if you could go try to make friends elsewhere, that would be lovely. Because as you can see, I'm trying to further myself with knowledge. Unlike you who's trying to further yourself in the Art of Being A Dick, and the Art of Butting into Someone Else's Business when you clearly don't give two shits, let alone one, about who I am and what I stand for."
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Thanks for reading guys. Hope you learned/got something out of this. Love you and don't be mean to strangers, if you can help it.
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~My Thoughts~
Non-FictionThis is just somewhere I write things. I start thinking and then I start writing. It might be sad, it might be happy, or it it could be infuriating. A little birdy told me to open up a bit. So I will. To you.
