I went to Senior Winter Formal last Thursday. It was a rockin' good time. While we were there, we saw a creepy guy who was sort of dancing by himself very close to us. My first thought was, "That is one creepy-looking dude! Maybe he'll leave soon." Then, all of a sudden, he didn't leave. At the end of the event, when everyone was grabbing their coats and running for jump on the last bus, I saw him in the corridor, asking a man to take a picture of him by himself. After I witnessed this, my attitude towards him changed. It's sad not to have friends. It's funny as a joke, but actually not having any friends--I can't imagine how sad of a life that must be.
In conclusion, I'm grateful that I have many friends, all of whom I've treated with less respect than they deserve, at one time or another. What can I say? I'm lucky.