I made this one during times where people were finding scapegoats for problems. Going around with life issues as if they were crutches. If they were able to find a way break their mental mold they might be able to see that not everyone is betting against them, it just feels like that.
Now from my experience, I do get to live around people who seem to make their common duty to spew miasma, gossip, and other physical venom in places that no soul should be picking someone’s nose at. And when they ask me stuff about my pockets, I turn to the side and blow my nose.
I’ve never been a fan of being nosey. Curiosity peeks, but I hate instigation. Leave that stuff alone.
Now from my experience, I do get to live around people who seem to make their common duty to spew miasma, gossip, and other physical venom in places that no soul should be picking someone’s nose at. And when they ask me stuff about my pockets, I turn to the side and blow my nose.
I’ve never been a fan of being nosey. Curiosity peeks, but I hate instigation. Leave that stuff alone.
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