I lost a few people that I thought were friends that day. I hate to see people go from my life, but...oh well.
If they can't handle intelligent discussion that's their problem
There wasn't even any conversation, it was immediately to "They got shot because they're black!" argument.
Nothing would change their mind. For the one person I used to know, it was the last straw, I was rapidly becoming tired of hearing about how everything in their life was someone else's problem (a topic that became more and more frequent after they lost a job for lack of showing up,) and it just got old.
I understand everyone has a bad turn at times, but if you're not willing to at least put in the effort, don't complain when it gets taken away.
Sad state of affairs.
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