Hello, Noah!
You've been in my every business all my life. You’re not even a specific person. You could be the girl in my class who criticizes my every answer, the teacher who never thinks I’m right, my step-mother who criticizes my decisions, a random person who discriminates my taste in music or artists, a straight person who judges my gay friends, an atheist who forces me to go against my belief and even a Christian who forces your belief on other’s throats.
Whoever you are among those people, if you’re the person who thinks you know everything about me and you think you have the right to judge me, I’m just going to have to call you Noah!
I have my opinions and you have yours, Noah. I respect that. But there are times that even if I don’t ask for what you think, you go and blurt it out and judge me. What makes you better than me, Noah? I guess you could be different, but you’re not the person to say you’re better than me.
Why do you have to criticize what I do, Noah? I’m not even auditioning in front of you to please you. I know criticisms are healthy but I’d love to get them from people who are credible. The people whose opinions are greatly valued for the rarity of the times they speak it out; because everyone has opinions, Noah. But I have great respect for those people who voice out what they think in a matter that they want to be understood not to discriminate. In a way that when they voice it out, people will have an open mind, not feel attacked.
However, I just don’t get why you have to criticize me so much? You don’t like the movies I watch, you judge me for the people I like, you disagree with me so much. Don’t you have your own life to criticize, Noah? Are you already too perfect that you don’t have anything else to notice about yourself?
I just hope that you’re happy with yourself, Noah; because I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry that you don’t feel satisfied and happy with your own life that you have to try and focus your frustrations on me. I do listen, Noah. I do. Just not to people like you.