I feel sour when I watch my classmates isolate the "New Girl" in our school. They continue life, laughing and talking, not bothering to help her with her schedule, ask her how she's feeling. Whereas, she could be feeling suffocated and all alone.
I used to be the "Quiet Girl", and nobody helped me. They would watch me as if I was a circus amusement, and try to get me to talk. They wouldn't have any concern for me. So I began to resent them for it.
"We must all learn to live together as brothers, or we will perish as fools," Martin Luther King, Jr. once said. And he's definitely onto something.
But why do we all exclude each other, still?