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"He's Like, The King Of Our School!"
Except it isn't our school anymore. Hasn't been in two years. He kept talking about how cool this junior he knows is, how cool and on top of the social heap he is in High School. I just wanted to scream over my coffee that, friend, it's over. It's so over. Let the high school go. But he won't. I can tell in his eyes that he already knows it's not his anymore but he can't. let. that. be. realized.
It made me sad. I took it for twenty minutes when other former classmates of mine walked in, ignored me completely, and talked to the Our School kid next me. I guess this little band of people had secret spidey senses to tell them "She is not one of us. She....[shudder] LEFT" because they didn't want to hear anything I had to say. I had even kissed one of them before and still, got not even "what are you doing these days?"
It's okay. It's a friendly neighborhood reminder that I did indeed progress and that is great. The whole trip back to perrysburg was great, really. Josh and I drove down on Tuesday night, nearly dying, nearly pulling off the road, nearly staying quiet.
Wednesday was filled with never ending chit chats at the dining room table, Beaner's Coffee, Marlaina, a little more josh, and a new tattoo. Wednesday night, marlaina and I bought a feast and laid in her bed and watched terrific movies and made fun of every other line.
Thursday, the one day I was fearful for, was spent at the movies, at Marlaina's Grandparents house and again at the dining room table for hours and hours. I was happy. The medicine has worked. I do not-and did not- feel absolutely suicidal and depressed this holiday season.
Friday was more dining room table chatting, more marlaina and beds and movies. Dinner with her folks. Not the first plan. First plan was to share beers with Britt Any. But because my friend and supposed future roommate decided, no, she was much too tired to see her friend that Has Not Been In Town Since March, it did not happen. She was Much Much too tired. (Yeah dear, I'm bitter).
And today, well, today I go home. I'm waiting right now to actually pack my stuff up. Makes me sad. Ah well. The cats miss me, most assuredly.
Except it isn't our school anymore. Hasn't been in two years. He kept talking about how cool this junior he knows is, how cool and on top of the social heap he is in High School. I just wanted to scream over my coffee that, friend, it's over. It's so over. Let the high school go. But he won't. I can tell in his eyes that he already knows it's not his anymore but he can't. let. that. be. realized.
It made me sad. I took it for twenty minutes when other former classmates of mine walked in, ignored me completely, and talked to the Our School kid next me. I guess this little band of people had secret spidey senses to tell them "She is not one of us. She....[shudder] LEFT" because they didn't want to hear anything I had to say. I had even kissed one of them before and still, got not even "what are you doing these days?"
It's okay. It's a friendly neighborhood reminder that I did indeed progress and that is great. The whole trip back to perrysburg was great, really. Josh and I drove down on Tuesday night, nearly dying, nearly pulling off the road, nearly staying quiet.
Wednesday was filled with never ending chit chats at the dining room table, Beaner's Coffee, Marlaina, a little more josh, and a new tattoo. Wednesday night, marlaina and I bought a feast and laid in her bed and watched terrific movies and made fun of every other line.
Thursday, the one day I was fearful for, was spent at the movies, at Marlaina's Grandparents house and again at the dining room table for hours and hours. I was happy. The medicine has worked. I do not-and did not- feel absolutely suicidal and depressed this holiday season.
Friday was more dining room table chatting, more marlaina and beds and movies. Dinner with her folks. Not the first plan. First plan was to share beers with Britt Any. But because my friend and supposed future roommate decided, no, she was much too tired to see her friend that Has Not Been In Town Since March, it did not happen. She was Much Much too tired. (Yeah dear, I'm bitter).
And today, well, today I go home. I'm waiting right now to actually pack my stuff up. Makes me sad. Ah well. The cats miss me, most assuredly.