Mr. Mad Hatter
It's a Friday, usually you would expect a child to be at school; but today is PA Day, the day when a teacher suffers their students' wrath by attending school all over again- as a student themselves, being lectured by the school-board, or whoever.
Hence, I am sitting in front of the computer-screen; chores fini- oh my parents have just walked in. They are unhappy with the condition which they have left the kitchen in. After all the cleaning, laundry, leaf-collecting, I'm beginning to feel like a maid.
So anyway...
On my previous post on Nov. 16th, I mentioned a person named 'Mr. MadHatter'.
He's this boy in one of my classes, which (no offence), isn't exactly my type. He came from a very troubled family, so I don't blame him for his behaviour; but man, he could use a little scolding. He starts making ignorant jokes about people with weight-issues (when he's not so in-shape himself), if he asks me questions and i answer them from my point of view; he calls my opinions ignorant!
"What is a 'person'?" He asked me, yesterday.
"I was under the impression that it is a human... in today's society." I answered. I could tell he was unhappy with my response because he was spending the rest of his valuable class time lazying around and ranting to the teacher about how 'ignorant' my opinion was.
"So apparently 80% of women in the US are overweight" He tells me, with a grin plastered on his face.
"Mhm?" I listened intensively.
"16% of them are pregnant, underage." He continued, "Now the question is, who's screwing those fat chicks?" and he breaks into laughter., "I mean really!".
I couldn't help but stare at his chubby cheeks, and his bloated stomach, and feel only pity.
So why did I bring Mr. Mad Hatter up?
Simply because there were a few incidents where he would ask me out, in a very odd way, and speak in a very suggestive way, from time to time. Maybe you could consider it as flirting, or just a misunderstanding. I pray to god that it is a misunderstanding.
One time I mentioned to him that I am not allowed to date because my parents were not impressed with the fact that I was crushing on a druggy, so my father said 'You shouldn't even bother thinking about dating until you graduate university', and just like that; the law has been spoken.
... I'm OK. with that
If it is a way to keep myself from idiots.
But it isn't. Throughout my high school experience, being sexually violated was still part of being a girl.
"I'm so excited for my first date!" I screamed at my friend while Mr. Mad Hatter was waiting for me to finish packing (as he usually would).
"See you!" He said, walking away.
I bid my goodbyes and watched him leave the room in question 'What made him lose his patience? I was packing fairly quick.'
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So yesterday I have announced to Mr. Mad Hatter that I have an (inexistent) upcoming second date. He was shocked (I assume he was pretending that he didn't know that I was already in a fake relationship);
"Your parents let you date?"
"What?" I blinked at him.
"You tell your parents that you're dating?" he changed the emphasis of his question.
"Of course! I never did anything that would prove that I shouldn't be trusted around boys." That was sort of a lie, if you consider the druggy-incident.
I don't recall whether or not I showed him the picture of my pretend-boyfriend, but if I did, then I am sure I did a fare job convincing him that I was in love.
Hopefully he will back off with his flirting and stop asking me out to events...
Oh and I forgot to mention how much he loves insulting artists. And I forgot to mention how much I love the arts, and he knows that.
The pictures above do NOT belong to me, all rights reserved to their original owner/s.
Hence, I am sitting in front of the computer-screen; chores fini- oh my parents have just walked in. They are unhappy with the condition which they have left the kitchen in. After all the cleaning, laundry, leaf-collecting, I'm beginning to feel like a maid.
So anyway...
On my previous post on Nov. 16th, I mentioned a person named 'Mr. MadHatter'.
He's this boy in one of my classes, which (no offence), isn't exactly my type. He came from a very troubled family, so I don't blame him for his behaviour; but man, he could use a little scolding. He starts making ignorant jokes about people with weight-issues (when he's not so in-shape himself), if he asks me questions and i answer them from my point of view; he calls my opinions ignorant!
"What is a 'person'?" He asked me, yesterday.
"I was under the impression that it is a human... in today's society." I answered. I could tell he was unhappy with my response because he was spending the rest of his valuable class time lazying around and ranting to the teacher about how 'ignorant' my opinion was.
"So apparently 80% of women in the US are overweight" He tells me, with a grin plastered on his face.
"Mhm?" I listened intensively.
"16% of them are pregnant, underage." He continued, "Now the question is, who's screwing those fat chicks?" and he breaks into laughter., "I mean really!".
I couldn't help but stare at his chubby cheeks, and his bloated stomach, and feel only pity.
So why did I bring Mr. Mad Hatter up?
Simply because there were a few incidents where he would ask me out, in a very odd way, and speak in a very suggestive way, from time to time. Maybe you could consider it as flirting, or just a misunderstanding. I pray to god that it is a misunderstanding.
One time I mentioned to him that I am not allowed to date because my parents were not impressed with the fact that I was crushing on a druggy, so my father said 'You shouldn't even bother thinking about dating until you graduate university', and just like that; the law has been spoken.
... I'm OK. with that
If it is a way to keep myself from idiots.
But it isn't. Throughout my high school experience, being sexually violated was still part of being a girl.
"I'm so excited for my first date!" I screamed at my friend while Mr. Mad Hatter was waiting for me to finish packing (as he usually would).
"See you!" He said, walking away.
I bid my goodbyes and watched him leave the room in question 'What made him lose his patience? I was packing fairly quick.'
---
So yesterday I have announced to Mr. Mad Hatter that I have an (inexistent) upcoming second date. He was shocked (I assume he was pretending that he didn't know that I was already in a fake relationship);
"Your parents let you date?"
"What?" I blinked at him.
"You tell your parents that you're dating?" he changed the emphasis of his question.
"Of course! I never did anything that would prove that I shouldn't be trusted around boys." That was sort of a lie, if you consider the druggy-incident.
I don't recall whether or not I showed him the picture of my pretend-boyfriend, but if I did, then I am sure I did a fare job convincing him that I was in love.
Hopefully he will back off with his flirting and stop asking me out to events...
Oh and I forgot to mention how much he loves insulting artists. And I forgot to mention how much I love the arts, and he knows that.
The pictures above do NOT belong to me, all rights reserved to their original owner/s.