It is amazing how the most tragic of events can bring people together once again, and you think they would learn that life is important and that we shouldn’t let feeble ideas of cliques get in the way. However, tonight I found that no matter how tragic an even, people will be people. It seems there in no end to the clique hierarchy. During the funeral, the same people from high school stayed with their friends. They didn’t talk to other people. They put on a fake smile and said hi when I greeted them. I shook their hands, I hugged them when they cried, but they didn’t think twice about it. Maybe Anjela’s death was a comfort to them. Maybe they like to feel like they are depressed so that others will shower them with attention. Actions like these make me sick. I am proud to be in the “clique” that I am in. We don’t hold ourselves higher than we are, we talk to others outside of our group of friends. We accept others for what they are. But when people are fake, and are friends with others only to justify their own existence there is no way I can accept them for what they are. The Distances of their arrogance are yet to be seen. From such infinitesimal souls, come such infinite arrogance.
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It is rather unfortunate when people will always be that shallow. The death of a friend, family, classmate, or even just aquaitence should be something to bring everyone together, not pretend it is highschool all over again. Perhaps they still have some more growing up to do. Perhaps they are still that uncomfortable that they need to stay in their cliques. It is uncertian, and truly, unnecessary. I am sorry to hear of your lose. May your journies be plesant, even during these hard times.