You know the statistic views which everybody gets to see in their accounts; yeah, nobody gets to be natural anymore.
When you try to ask questions so to make conversation—because, I am not a boring person—and they look at you with suspicion as though to say; “Foreign, why are you asking me questions.”
How to ward off the robber; buy yourself many pairs of long sleeved turtleneck shirts. It’s a pleasure. Enjoy. End.
When nodding to a guy for letting you pass suddenly turns them into following, checking, and judging. Next time I won’t nod. So I would rather be remembered as a bitch than a whore.
Taking advantage of its nebulous nature still does not give someone the right to disregard other people’s feelings, their private and public images, and life stories; this alone should tell you a lot about one’s character, and the recognition one could seem to have lure.
When was the last time you walked up in a health care institute and was greeted with a basket of granola and water. Sounds crazy isn’t it.