Taming Of The Bitch

Chapter 5 | Not As Pretty As You May See

You don't know what's someone's going through. You don't know why they look like they didn't sleep last night, or why they are so on edge and stressed.

You don't understand homeless people, people being domestically abused.

So when you see someone at the train station or at the shops, maybe looking filthy or begging for money, or even talking to themselves. Don't. Fucking. Judge.

You don't know there life, and pre judging people is the worst type of personality anyone could ever have.

If you want to judge them, get to know them, hang out with them, know there life story. And even then, it's better to be moral support then to judge. Because maybe that's that persons last chance.

Last chance to feel happiness by your comfort.

Last chance to feel understood for once.

Maybe you could be that person. Instead of the person who pushed that person over the edge, and it would be blood on your hands because of the choice of your looks, tone and words.

Don't fucking judge people, because you don't know them.

Let them be whoever they want to be, and mind your own business. Simple.

And if you don't like someone, stay in your lane, and they'll stay in there's.

There is no logical reason to be a judgemental bitch to someone. So don't fucking do it.

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September
Friday 28th
1:37 pm

"Okay, that was our last presentation by Liam about the inequality of immigrants and there rights!"

The volume increase is evident from the amount of applause this simpleton is getting.

I'll admit, the presentation was... decent. Ok it was good, it was really good. Outstanding.

But I know even if he did a bad presentation and completely winged it, he'd still get the same amount of applause. Which is why I don't clap, I don't want to be another sheep to inflate his ego further.

He takes his usual seat in front of me at the back of the class. I don't even spare him a glance.

I know he's looking at me, smirking.

When everybody finally stops clapping and cheering for Liam's brilliantly stupid presentation, as if Barack just got elected back into presidency, the class silences.

Liam finally speaks. "Did you think it was good?"

I look at him slowly. "Me?"

He nods.

I scoff. "Why would you care of what I thought of your presentation?"

"I don't know, I'm just curious." He shrugs carelessly.

I sigh, thinking of my words carefully. Obviously, I can't tell him it's good. "I wasn't paying attention."

"You were. Everyone was."

"Wow, big head, much?"

He clicks his pen against the desk, shaking his head with irony. "Your... your impossible. Do you know that?"

I lean over my desk and narrow my eyes at him. "I honestly couldn't care less about what your opinion is of me, and I never will."

He glares at me, and if I wasn't so prepared to roast him I would be intimidated.

I wait for him to speak, or to insult me or to blow his fuse but he just relaxes his shoulders, leans back into his chair, and looks to the front of the class where another fellow classmate does her presentation on climate change affecting coral reefs.