Things are as bad as they seem.
This was my view last weekend in London's bus station, for about an hour. It was as boring as it seems.
Eventually these two young Asian girls, about fifteen or sixteen, sat down across from me. They were giggling incessantly, gossiping about Jack Johnson and calling each other "bitch" in that way teenagers do. Then the one on the left started comparing Jack Johnson to Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix. Her friend just sat there. Next time I looked up she was reading what I think was a fairly intellectual design magazine. Her friend was reading Cosmo.
I couldn't help thinking that unless they're sisters, they won't be friends five years from now.
Eventually these two young Asian girls, about fifteen or sixteen, sat down across from me. They were giggling incessantly, gossiping about Jack Johnson and calling each other "bitch" in that way teenagers do. Then the one on the left started comparing Jack Johnson to Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix. Her friend just sat there. Next time I looked up she was reading what I think was a fairly intellectual design magazine. Her friend was reading Cosmo.
I couldn't help thinking that unless they're sisters, they won't be friends five years from now.