"Hehe! Boy today you've come to socialise?" No, I have come to honour a book launch/signing invitation and to get a copy. But bloody hell, must I keep convincing people that I'm not antisocial?
Granted, I'm not so outgoing, but that doesn't mean I'm not concerned with public affairs. I'm naturally disinclined to certain ceremonies and that's not my fault. But why must someone go to events to see who's present and who's not?
See, from when I was a kid, I had no problems with identity. So I don't do things for the identity thereof. I don't even like that stupid "mister (Mr)" beside my name. I roll with the same set of broke buddies from way back, except those who voluntarily cut themselves off along the way.
I don't discriminate when it comes to the company I keep, and I sure won't condone nonsense from a prince but be overly rude to a peasant, because I know I'll be sorry if that peasant someday gets to be the prince. But then that requires conscience.
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