I like weird people. The loners, the castaways, the lost and almost forgotten, the thrown away kids, the failed women, the unsuccessful men.
I like timid people who knock on my inbox, hesitant to enter, because they don't want to be laughed at for being unable to express themselves well. For saying am instead of I'm. I like them. They matter too. The world belongs to them too.
I like insecure people. Everyone talks shit about them. Hardly anyone wants to reach out and reassure them. Nobody wants to mend broken things. As soon as it falls and comes apart, we whip out our wallet and go hunt for something new. Something tush.
I like black sheep, the rejects, the ones who can never do right in the eyes of the world. The efulefus. The good for nothing. The society of people who are not likely to make it in life. There's no shame in being just there. In existing.
I like privileged people. It is so easy to hate them for being born in families that are higher up. It is easy to hate them because all those things we fight for everyday, they were handed on a silver platter. It is easy to resent them for living lives we wish we could have. It is easy to label them so we can justify our dislike. But they didn't ask for the life they live. They just happened to be luckier.
I like flops, I like people who almost made it, almost had it all. People who knew what it means to live, but somehow blew it. Now the cameras have stopped rolling and they have been reduced to examples and sermon instances. We all have the right to fuck up, to lose things, to make dumb choices. Let them be.
