Food For Thought
Does anyone really like being judged?
To look at someone close to you, and know that they no longer look at you the way they once did.
No, now your classified in a potentially negative context, and your constantly looked down upon, for something that actually doesn't change who you are.
You can feel it with your presence, the stale awkwardness that arises every time you make an appearance. . .
No one asks to be judged, but it is a reality.
I better learn to deal. . .
Or they need to learn to accept.