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threeplusfireAfternoons in Metro bring joy. Though I think I need a job with health insurance, because all that coffee is wearing away my stomach lining. I played lots of cards, worked on my short story, listened to my mp3s, and ran into Derek once again. He's been up to no good all summer.
The drama with a friend's stalker is bothering me a lot. It makes me uneasy and angry; it arouses that protective instinct that makes me want to go up there and kick this cretin's ass. Just because we choose to be vocal about our lives, to have ambitions, to dream, to be something, to be what we want to be does not mean that we deserve to be stalked or hounded. It's unjust to persecute someone just because you don't like them, and you have too much time on your hands to be a jerk.
The drama with a friend's stalker is bothering me a lot. It makes me uneasy and angry; it arouses that protective instinct that makes me want to go up there and kick this cretin's ass. Just because we choose to be vocal about our lives, to have ambitions, to dream, to be something, to be what we want to be does not mean that we deserve to be stalked or hounded. It's unjust to persecute someone just because you don't like them, and you have too much time on your hands to be a jerk.