between the pages [Lynette/Ursula]
Nov 25, 2020 15:06:28 GMT -5
Post by kap on Nov 25, 2020 15:06:28 GMT -5
Sometimes, I hate people. Okay, correction: I hate people pretty much all the time. Sure, I have quite a lot of friends and I've been in several relationships over the years, but those are with the people who think in similar ways to myself.
I've never been the type to live up to others' standards. I've always prioritized doing whatever it is that I wanted to do. I don't look or act the way that other people desire. I've even gone as far as to find a way to dye my hair bright pink using a recipe I came up with from some locally grown berries because I wanted to look my own way, and not how other people thought I should.
One of the things that I think bothers me the most about people is their stupid little habits. Certain people spend too much time trying to perfect things. Others are too sentimental. Some are too nitpicky about what they're willing to eat. There are so many things that irritate me on a day to day basis, so I've grown into the habit of picking on those things that people do that I find stupid.
Someone's refusing to eat the food that's set in front of them? I tease them for it- ask if they're a child- call them childish directly- something of the sort.
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Today, I had a new 'target' of sorts. As I was going for a walk during the brisk winter morning, I saw a girl carrying a notebook. The way that she was holding it indicated to me that it was special to her. She was the sentimental sort- I could tell. There was something to do with that notebook that was important to her. I didn't know what in particular, but it didn't matter to me. I just wanted to make her realize how dumb she was being.
I casually walked closer to her, bumped into her arm and swiped the notebook from her. Then, I jogged forward and away from her a little ways before turning around to face her direction. I smiled to taunt her.
"This something important?" I dangled the notebook in front of me by its corner.
This girl was bound to be angry or upset with me, which sounded exactly like my kind of fun.
