Today I judged someone based on their appearance/age. I could blame it on fear of having someone do the same to me. I could blame it on my low self esteem. None of that matters because I did it and then the person proved what an asshole I was, by being one of the better/nicer people I have met in years.
This person has ignited a little spark of hope in me.
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Takes a while not to do that. I was sitting next to a woman at lunch the other day, half shaved hair, tattooed sleeve, grubby jeans and bare feet, just bout everything visible was piercd. She turned out to be a set decorator for Fox and working on The Great Gatsby, one of the most interesting conversations I've had with a random person in ages.
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