Ignorance. It comes in all shapes, sizes, and dimensions. It could be in a hypothetical situation, or something you see every day. For instance, I am not the most popular girl on the planet. I can admit that. But do you want to know why I am not viewed as someone with a higher social status? You guessed it: ignorance. I'd like to believe that people judge other people without even giving that person a chance. Half the people that talk bad about me behind my back have never even spoken to me before in my life; how could they know whether I'm weird or not? And what's the problem with being "weird" anyways? Nothing! Especially since I would much rather be an individual than one of those psychotic clones I see in the hallways everyday at school.
There's no reason to be mean to another person because of their size, looks, or nervous quirks. Heck, I'd rather being short and curvy than tall and freakishly thin. But hey, maybe that's just me. People are allowed to be individuals, who cares if they agree with what you do or don't say. They don't have to listen to the voice of the In Crowd. They don't have to listen to anyone... That is, except for their Mom.
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