I'm getting my exam papers back today, and stuck in school during a free, I've realised that I have truly reached the nadir of my school life. These days, a lack of homework has me scurrying for a calendar or some such, because it feels so... wrong.
I was reflecting upon my actions when I decided that I have to thank my friends and family for making sure that I didn't grow up to be too socially retarded. I believe I spent a better part of my time being an idiot and not really trying to reach out to others, which finally bit me in the ass three years ago. As such, the experiences from that time have helped me be marginally less horrible than then.
People also had a lovely idea that I would beat them up at the slightest provocation, which makes me sad. Maybe I've gotten rid of that perception (slightly), but that it existed is a cause for concern to begin with. Yes, I was a violent idiot, but the key word is : IDIOT. I'm also going to be arbitrary and blame 75% of this on anime, because that was raison nombre un why I couldn't find things to talk about with others. I'm not saying anime is bad. I'm saying that I was obsessed with it to the point that I had nothing whatsoever with which I could actually hang out with people about, and an unhealthy view of reality filled with tsunderes and slapstick violence.
This segues nicely into the topic of my friends. In that awful, awful era I had three friends. One grew up to be slightly crazy but awesome. One grew up to be not-at-all crazy but awesome. The last grew up to be completely insane and horrible. I cut ties with her finally after she insulted one of the friends I have now - that being the tipping point so to speak. I was so sick of her that it felt strangely cathartic. She's now stalking the other members of that group for a meetup over the summer. For betteror worse she hates me now, so she doesn't stalk me, and I won't have to see her again.
I'm going to end this on a slightly amusing note. The last time I met with friend no. 3 (insane and horrible).
She contacted me on facebook saying:
"Hey I'm going to Mumbai! Wanna meet up?"
Being naive and foolish, I agreed to this enterprise. This was a very bad decision to make.
The plan: Go to Phoenix and dump her in Landmark after lunch. It was perfect. She'd look at the books. I would be happy.
What actually happened: She came with her mother. At the age of sixteen, she wanted to bring her mother with us. What. The. Fuck.
My first reaction was to go to my mother, take her aside and tell her in hushed tones that she is coming with me, or I shall run away forever. She agreed, out of pity.
The first time I saw her was special. I remembered her as small, twiggy and generally very flat. She wasn't any of those any more, oh no. Big, fat and with boobs. It was terrifying. I looked at her up and down and wept a little on the inside. The she turned around. On the back of her T-shirt was a message I will never forget in my entire meagre existence.
AISH AISH BABY.
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.
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I'd like to say it got better but it really didn't.
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I was reflecting upon my actions when I decided that I have to thank my friends and family for making sure that I didn't grow up to be too socially retarded. I believe I spent a better part of my time being an idiot and not really trying to reach out to others, which finally bit me in the ass three years ago. As such, the experiences from that time have helped me be marginally less horrible than then.
People also had a lovely idea that I would beat them up at the slightest provocation, which makes me sad. Maybe I've gotten rid of that perception (slightly), but that it existed is a cause for concern to begin with. Yes, I was a violent idiot, but the key word is : IDIOT. I'm also going to be arbitrary and blame 75% of this on anime, because that was raison nombre un why I couldn't find things to talk about with others. I'm not saying anime is bad. I'm saying that I was obsessed with it to the point that I had nothing whatsoever with which I could actually hang out with people about, and an unhealthy view of reality filled with tsunderes and slapstick violence.
This segues nicely into the topic of my friends. In that awful, awful era I had three friends. One grew up to be slightly crazy but awesome. One grew up to be not-at-all crazy but awesome. The last grew up to be completely insane and horrible. I cut ties with her finally after she insulted one of the friends I have now - that being the tipping point so to speak. I was so sick of her that it felt strangely cathartic. She's now stalking the other members of that group for a meetup over the summer. For better
I'm going to end this on a slightly amusing note. The last time I met with friend no. 3 (insane and horrible).
She contacted me on facebook saying:
"Hey I'm going to Mumbai! Wanna meet up?"
Being naive and foolish, I agreed to this enterprise. This was a very bad decision to make.
The plan: Go to Phoenix and dump her in Landmark after lunch. It was perfect. She'd look at the books. I would be happy.
What actually happened: She came with her mother. At the age of sixteen, she wanted to bring her mother with us. What. The. Fuck.
My first reaction was to go to my mother, take her aside and tell her in hushed tones that she is coming with me, or I shall run away forever. She agreed, out of pity.
The first time I saw her was special. I remembered her as small, twiggy and generally very flat. She wasn't any of those any more, oh no. Big, fat and with boobs. It was terrifying. I looked at her up and down and wept a little on the inside. The she turned around. On the back of her T-shirt was a message I will never forget in my entire meagre existence.
AISH AISH BABY.
.
.
.
.
.
I'd like to say it got better but it really didn't.
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