Something I hate about random people...
Yesterday, I was out with friends. A random guy whom I might have spoken to, once in my life before, came up to me, sat next to me and started talking. Talking about random stuff while I was trying very hard to remember his name. The name came up to me only after he left. So, I hate having to hold back on saying something like "are you alone and sad?" or "don't you have somewhere else to be right now?" or something of that effect. I hate having to be social with random (disturbing) people who think they are your friend. I pick my friends by myself. You are not one of them. Go home.
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