Every single person I meet, I judge within the first ten minutes of meeting. When I first meet a person, I do not care for their history, or how they live. I have very specific preferences when it comes to “friends” or “relationships”.
Firstly, I have a deep desire to be around people who have indelibly bubbly personalities, who always smile, giggle at times when a giggle isn’t even necessary, bouncy happy people. Loquacious people who believe in every word they say with a passion. People whose very presence makes me smile, even if they’re asleep. Playful people. Childish immature people. People who you cannot help but smile when you think about. People who have “blonde” moments, that make me say “aww”.
Along with the ability to make me smile at any time of day, I cannot surround myself with those who do not have a friendly, sympathetic and compassionate view of humanity. Those who bang on about how much money they make, and how much of a “scum” the man living on the street is, are people who I want nothing to do with. I like people to understand the plight of others, and sympathise. People who see that the World is not simply full of people desperate for profit and that there are those who get left behind, who should be treated not with a apathetic “get a fucking job” attitude, but as human beings, not a broken cog in a money making machine.
I’m drawn to people who have the desire to be different. Who aren’t angry at the World, but who see the World as a playground. Who want to experience the excitement before their time is up. Who do not get hung up on things that do not matter: profit. These people are like a star that I feel obliged to follow, because it’s how I want to be, but do not have the balls to treat life how it should be treated. The fast living people who want to see and experience everything, who want to sleep in their cars and the next day drive to a new place, make a new group of friends, and never stop the chase for an oddly chaotic inner serenity.
Anybody who uses the word “Paki” to describe anyone with a slightly darker skin complexion, and then complains that “it’s political correctness gone mad” when they’re rightfully called ignorant little racists, should be shot. I like people to be accepting, tolerant, and understanding. Who see both sides of the argument, who don’t think Britain is some sort of victim. I like intelligence.
The people for Jamie.