Now THERE'S your problem!
School’s tomorrow and it’s the first time I’m actually nervous. (It’s only now that it has sunk in.)
I am awkward and weird and I burst out into weird, funny or otherwise unknown songs, and I like musicals and sci - fi and TV shows too much, and being girly and being boyish AND BEING GROSS and pretty much a potluck of many old, quirky and odd things. In short, things that are not mainstream. I will admit (this one time, because I know only a few of you really read my tumbleblog) that I am afraid that I won’t get the same kind of friends as before. The ones who laugh and actually appreciate when I suddenly sing “887-8888, KFC Delivery!” or dance fun-nily or make stupid faces when I’m shocked or when I gasp weirdly at inconvenient times because I’ve remembered or thought of something or had an idea or when push my kind of music in to other peoples’ lives like some person to be listened to. And after all of that, still manage to take me seriously when it’s the right time. I don’t care much about being ridiculed (though I don’t think that even happens in real life… unless behind your back) but I do care that people might not relate to my crazy or my apeshit.
I guess I’d like to say that I appreciate my kooky friends now, more than ever because (at the risk of sounding cliche,) they actually do put up with my shit… and laugh with me.
I am awkward and weird and I burst out into weird, funny or otherwise unknown songs, and I like musicals and sci - fi and TV shows too much, and being girly and being boyish AND BEING GROSS and pretty much a potluck of many old, quirky and odd things. In short, things that are not mainstream. I will admit (this one time, because I know only a few of you really read my tumbleblog) that I am afraid that I won’t get the same kind of friends as before. The ones who laugh and actually appreciate when I suddenly sing “887-8888, KFC Delivery!” or dance fun-nily or make stupid faces when I’m shocked or when I gasp weirdly at inconvenient times because I’ve remembered or thought of something or had an idea or when push my kind of music in to other peoples’ lives like some person to be listened to. And after all of that, still manage to take me seriously when it’s the right time. I don’t care much about being ridiculed (though I don’t think that even happens in real life… unless behind your back) but I do care that people might not relate to my crazy or my apeshit.
I guess I’d like to say that I appreciate my kooky friends now, more than ever because (at the risk of sounding cliche,) they actually do put up with my shit… and laugh with me.