People

I am sitting in front of southern hall, enjoying a smoke before class. My "like sorority chick"(sorry sorority sisters, in our society, we all know what point i am trying to get across) friend is constantly complaining about tests and papers, random shit about her boyfriends. I didn't realize how unhappy; uncomfortable, people are in their skin. It is so sad, really.
A boy is walking toward me, asking if he can bum a smoke. She saw him first, and didn't like the way he looked. A little over weight, frayed non-matching clothes, dirty shoes, acne. I was preoccupied, reading the Burger, and she is trying to get my attention...don't give him one...under her breath. I didn't realize what she was trying to do. He was asking me again, while approaching the step I was perched on and, of course, i hand him my pack to pull out a cigarette and light my fire for him. He thanks me and we start chatting. First about the weather..then, as always when talking to someone you meet on campus, what you major is. He is a freshman art major and compliments my tattoo. He drew a tattoo in highschool once. I ask if I can see it. At this point, she gets so angry that this conversation is taking place. How can someone like him be in her presence. He is looking in her direction trying to draw her into our conversation. He dosen't want to be rude by not making eye contact with her, and you can actually see the fumes boiling off the top of her head. I've never seen a head explode, but I'm sure her's is about to. She had enough after a minute or two and we can both feel how uncomfortable she is. She storms off and stands away from us while we finish our conversation. It turns out he has a bunch of music jammed on an mp3 cd and he plays it on his CD player, he bought it at roses. He likes school alot, but is unsure he is doing the right things, something we all struggle with. He is extremely talented, and i look forward to seeing more of his stuff. I tell him that he has nothing to worry about.
After he gathers his stuff we introduce ourselves and part ways....what a nice kid, i think...good luck to him.
I grab my bag and walk over to her. She has a look that could melt ice. Don't Ever Do That To Me Again, she says.
I say don't do what...talk to someone...he is nice.
I feel a fight brewing, would love to pull out her hair and scratch her face, meow, so I change the subject.
I wonder....what the fuck is wrong with people
We all want to be treated with respect!
How would she feel if i didn't want to hang out with her fat ass....talked behind her back, because she is wearing an unflattering piece of clothing or her makeup looks clownish. I'm sorry i didn't realize that line along your cheek from unblended foundation was fashionable. Who knew.
We all need to take a step back and remember the golden rule
Treat Others As You Want To Be Treated
Learn It
Live It
we could all benefit