"And he is Pisces?! What? Are you nuts?!"
It was the voice of school girl that irritates the innocent walls of the gym. A blonde in her ethno dress was too worries about a friend's astrological match. Obviously, she didn't bother to involve as much audience as possible.
"Shut up! Come on, I don't want everyone to know, " said the object of probable Pisces madness, " Let's go to the cafeteria."
Walking out of the gym, the smell of communal sweat left behind and fresh air came in. God bless the process of glucose synthesis!
As passing through the sad yard, they met people. People of any kind, of any zodiacal sign or of any appearance. As reality reflects everything, it is a hard task for one to notice the main in the reflection; among the graceful shine of Sun in her hair or the deep look of his ocean eyes, the fireplace of their eyes or the musical smile of friends' it is a complicated task to outline the main prejudice you would like to dedicate yourself to. Please, don't deny your dedication to a prejudice. The truth is everyone has a prejudice to judge others according to. But this is just a story. Right?
By a window, down the hall, the blonde and the mad were quietly discussing the globally insignificant question of a crush. They deformed it over and over again, putting it in and out of different aspects. Although a teenage discussion isn't something to impress the old generations, the newly risen topic of zodiacal compatibility. Hundreds of years old statistics successfully receives a trivial character nowadays. How ironically practical. So how would it be possible for a Pisces to fall for Sagittarius? Was it serious? Interpretation is all one can count on as there is nothing more to be counted on in these cases.
"So you are saying he is kind of cute?"
"Mmh, yes. I don't like the word cute. He is ... Impressive."
"I still can't understand how you get to like a Pisces?"
"Hey!!!"
"What?"
"Stop classifying people... By your damn zodiacal bullshit."
"Why? It is true. It is statistics. Long-termed. It is still going on. And I am sticking to it."
"Man, come on! You are not right! Pisces or Cancer or Moncer - it is meaningless."
"There is no Moncer in the zodiac " the blonde cut out.
"Why?! You say so! A fucking guru says so! It is a damn scale, " she jumped from her chair, " for evaluating people before even asking them if they liked cheese!!!"
The dark-haired ( sp far known as "she" ), Maggie, walked out of the cafeteria angrily enough to grab some attention. As usual, confused eyes fell at her friend.
Why would anyone be judged before even knowing them? It is a degradation of humanity. That's how Maggie considered all kinds of factors that affected one's opinion beforehand.
"It's a total shit!" she whispered while walking across the yard. She was not a stupid girl, therefore she knew people can't be perfectly good. They have preconceived opinions built on judgements. Prejudices vary - beauty or not, smart or not, rich or not, the right zodiacal sign or not, easy or not... There's no moderate level - either you are or you are not. You want to make friends with an all-about-metal peer? Are you all-about-metal or not? You like one's voice. Are you in love or not?!
It is a world of prejudice, yes. I want to kiss you but you have the preconceived idea that kissing is only a form of showing your deepest love. I want to cut my hands. You pre-judged me - you think I am a psycho. You listen to The Smiths, I to Muse. We are freaks, together in the prejudice, right?
Maggie pulled the locker of hostile green metal and took a bar of chocolate. Sat and ate it. The smell of sweat was excluded now. She vividly remembered last night - how she had walked down the lane with him, had gone to the regatta zone, had sat on a bench. They had talked little of everything they could share. Confusion. Tension in a peaceful manner. A release of laughter. Then they had kissed. Like hell. Who of them gave a shit about zodiacal signs under each others trembling fingers?! Little did they care. Actually, how can one have prejudice?
If being objective, one can't judge something without experiencing it because they don't know its true value and reason. The connotation of good and bad nowadays is too flexible. A prejudice can be a past event, not a judgement.
And so on . They had kissed. They had got home. It was a past event. Could Maggie have prejudice now?
What for?!
Did she have such?
The bar of chocolate had gone.
It was the voice of school girl that irritates the innocent walls of the gym. A blonde in her ethno dress was too worries about a friend's astrological match. Obviously, she didn't bother to involve as much audience as possible.
"Shut up! Come on, I don't want everyone to know, " said the object of probable Pisces madness, " Let's go to the cafeteria."
Walking out of the gym, the smell of communal sweat left behind and fresh air came in. God bless the process of glucose synthesis!
As passing through the sad yard, they met people. People of any kind, of any zodiacal sign or of any appearance. As reality reflects everything, it is a hard task for one to notice the main in the reflection; among the graceful shine of Sun in her hair or the deep look of his ocean eyes, the fireplace of their eyes or the musical smile of friends' it is a complicated task to outline the main prejudice you would like to dedicate yourself to. Please, don't deny your dedication to a prejudice. The truth is everyone has a prejudice to judge others according to. But this is just a story. Right?
By a window, down the hall, the blonde and the mad were quietly discussing the globally insignificant question of a crush. They deformed it over and over again, putting it in and out of different aspects. Although a teenage discussion isn't something to impress the old generations, the newly risen topic of zodiacal compatibility. Hundreds of years old statistics successfully receives a trivial character nowadays. How ironically practical. So how would it be possible for a Pisces to fall for Sagittarius? Was it serious? Interpretation is all one can count on as there is nothing more to be counted on in these cases.
"So you are saying he is kind of cute?"
"Mmh, yes. I don't like the word cute. He is ... Impressive."
"I still can't understand how you get to like a Pisces?"
"Hey!!!"
"What?"
"Stop classifying people... By your damn zodiacal bullshit."
"Why? It is true. It is statistics. Long-termed. It is still going on. And I am sticking to it."
"Man, come on! You are not right! Pisces or Cancer or Moncer - it is meaningless."
"There is no Moncer in the zodiac " the blonde cut out.
"Why?! You say so! A fucking guru says so! It is a damn scale, " she jumped from her chair, " for evaluating people before even asking them if they liked cheese!!!"
The dark-haired ( sp far known as "she" ), Maggie, walked out of the cafeteria angrily enough to grab some attention. As usual, confused eyes fell at her friend.
Why would anyone be judged before even knowing them? It is a degradation of humanity. That's how Maggie considered all kinds of factors that affected one's opinion beforehand.
"It's a total shit!" she whispered while walking across the yard. She was not a stupid girl, therefore she knew people can't be perfectly good. They have preconceived opinions built on judgements. Prejudices vary - beauty or not, smart or not, rich or not, the right zodiacal sign or not, easy or not... There's no moderate level - either you are or you are not. You want to make friends with an all-about-metal peer? Are you all-about-metal or not? You like one's voice. Are you in love or not?!
It is a world of prejudice, yes. I want to kiss you but you have the preconceived idea that kissing is only a form of showing your deepest love. I want to cut my hands. You pre-judged me - you think I am a psycho. You listen to The Smiths, I to Muse. We are freaks, together in the prejudice, right?
Maggie pulled the locker of hostile green metal and took a bar of chocolate. Sat and ate it. The smell of sweat was excluded now. She vividly remembered last night - how she had walked down the lane with him, had gone to the regatta zone, had sat on a bench. They had talked little of everything they could share. Confusion. Tension in a peaceful manner. A release of laughter. Then they had kissed. Like hell. Who of them gave a shit about zodiacal signs under each others trembling fingers?! Little did they care. Actually, how can one have prejudice?
If being objective, one can't judge something without experiencing it because they don't know its true value and reason. The connotation of good and bad nowadays is too flexible. A prejudice can be a past event, not a judgement.
And so on . They had kissed. They had got home. It was a past event. Could Maggie have prejudice now?
What for?!
Did she have such?
The bar of chocolate had gone.
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