Dissler - Mistaken for a Nuisance — In Progress
On the street corners, small clusters of dissing words fly again today. But here, there was a man who talked back—even alone. In this city, “dissing” by small groups occurs from time to time. Sometimes it’s two men. Sometimes women together. Sometimes a trio of students. They always pick someone walking alone and surround them with conversations laced with dissing words. They don’t say it directly. They laugh. They chat. They turn another person into a joke, as if it were a trendy game. Mocking others is how they reassure themselves of where they stand. Watching this, I made a decision. — I would make the whole city understand that there are people who fight back. From that day on, my routine began at the café inside Sakuramachi Bus Terminal. Whenever their dissing started, I responded thoroughly— in the form of “talking to myself.” I never named them. But the meaning always reached them. At the same time, I also started hitting on girls. “Would you like ...
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