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I’d never think I’d say that I would be glad to be an overweight unattractive male that no girl in her right mind would be interested in.
For the sake of telling, I was in a halfway decent mood this morning. That was until stupid people and the heat got to me. So if you had to put up with me between 4th and 6th periods, I’m sorry. Hopefully the school wont be so damn hot tomorrow, but in case it does, know that I am not a warm person. I love cold. Thus again, I will not be either energetic, or in mood for any serious conversation.
I began my day with a series of glasses filled with lemonade. Then upon taking my shower and getting dressed, I left for the bus stop like any other day. I found it queer that most of the ‘Pointers’ that usually tend the babble on with nonsense that I care nothing for didn’t approach me this morning my best guesses are that they were either tired and weary about getting up to catch the buss, or the best scenario: They didn’t want to talk to me.
The buss ride to school was warm, but agreeable as we reached there without incident. And like any other day, I took to my table and conversed with friends. In fact, the rest of the morning seemed to go by rather quickly. Before I knew it, I was in 5th period trying to hide myself from the watchful gaze of the Spanish teacher.
The last hour of the day I found most horrid. In a place where I usually feel welcome and at home, I was left feeling like an outsider. I don’t know, the heat seemed to affect everyone. In fact, without my sometimes incoherent speech, the room would have stayed quite peaceful.
At the end of the day, I am left again feeling foolish, asinine, and lonely. However, I am happy at the same time, because I know that the issues people try to weigh me down with to make their own mental load easier to bear are things I will never have to worry about. No ‘he said’, ‘she said’ things because one: I’m not important enough for others to worry about me, and two: I could care less of their opinions.
Those that I try and talk to I enjoy being with. Everyone else however I could really do without. People in general I don’t get along with. Which is probably why I had cut myself off from them for so long and why I have developed this charming personality. Face it, I’m not going to win any beauty pageants. Maybe if I was some pretty boy, people would talk to me and women may have wanted to be with me. But then I wouldn’t be me would I? And don’t tell me that me being…well, me…is any kind of a good thing. If it was I’d have better self-esteem than this. I guess I just make the most of what I have. At least people don’t run away from me in horror, they just stare at me with disgust like the new girl on the bus did when I introduced myself…
For the sake of telling, I was in a halfway decent mood this morning. That was until stupid people and the heat got to me. So if you had to put up with me between 4th and 6th periods, I’m sorry. Hopefully the school wont be so damn hot tomorrow, but in case it does, know that I am not a warm person. I love cold. Thus again, I will not be either energetic, or in mood for any serious conversation.
I began my day with a series of glasses filled with lemonade. Then upon taking my shower and getting dressed, I left for the bus stop like any other day. I found it queer that most of the ‘Pointers’ that usually tend the babble on with nonsense that I care nothing for didn’t approach me this morning my best guesses are that they were either tired and weary about getting up to catch the buss, or the best scenario: They didn’t want to talk to me.
The buss ride to school was warm, but agreeable as we reached there without incident. And like any other day, I took to my table and conversed with friends. In fact, the rest of the morning seemed to go by rather quickly. Before I knew it, I was in 5th period trying to hide myself from the watchful gaze of the Spanish teacher.
The last hour of the day I found most horrid. In a place where I usually feel welcome and at home, I was left feeling like an outsider. I don’t know, the heat seemed to affect everyone. In fact, without my sometimes incoherent speech, the room would have stayed quite peaceful.
At the end of the day, I am left again feeling foolish, asinine, and lonely. However, I am happy at the same time, because I know that the issues people try to weigh me down with to make their own mental load easier to bear are things I will never have to worry about. No ‘he said’, ‘she said’ things because one: I’m not important enough for others to worry about me, and two: I could care less of their opinions.
Those that I try and talk to I enjoy being with. Everyone else however I could really do without. People in general I don’t get along with. Which is probably why I had cut myself off from them for so long and why I have developed this charming personality. Face it, I’m not going to win any beauty pageants. Maybe if I was some pretty boy, people would talk to me and women may have wanted to be with me. But then I wouldn’t be me would I? And don’t tell me that me being…well, me…is any kind of a good thing. If it was I’d have better self-esteem than this. I guess I just make the most of what I have. At least people don’t run away from me in horror, they just stare at me with disgust like the new girl on the bus did when I introduced myself…