Isn't it the irony where everybody tells you it's inner beauty that matters? And that everything outside is just for show? Like a cover - ugly, beautiful, torn, tattered, hard, soft, intricate?

And yet, they judge so badly on the cover you're born with, along with the emotions that comes along from inside the book - behaviour.

And then there is bias-ness. A preference for a prettier cover, a better looking one, over plain ones. Reading and using the book over and over again, leaving the plain books aside. Despite pretty covers having poor emotions and plain covers with stronger feelings.

Dumping ugly ones, finding it a eyesore. A chore to keep, to read, to store, to use. Purely because it's not interesting nor eye catching. Not bothered to pick it up because it's not interesting on the outside, not bothering to know the contents of the book...

Why?

Only because we are humans.

We just have to deal with it. And I guess i have to brave through what society has brought to me. 

I will just have to deal with judgement all the time.