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4chan thread; topic: The closest you have felt to someone without actually talking to them.
"This is tough, but I'll give it my best try.
I always feel really detached and lonely at the end of big things - school years, etc. So at the end of senior year that old feeling crept up on me with a vengeance. All my old friends were moving away, my life was going to change completely, and I had no idea what I wanted to do with it.
I spent the last few days of senior year just walking around school, goofing off with my friends instead of going to class, and just generally trying to stuff as much quality time into the last few days as I possibly could. On the last day we decided to try and get onto the roof of the building - all the doors were heavily locked and bolted, but rumor had it that there was an old maintenance access in the auditorium. So we snuck in, went backstage, and lo and behold, we found a ladder.
We climbed up, found a tiny spiral staircase, climbed that, found another ladder, climbed that, and hit the top. There was a tiny room at the top of the auditorium with grimy old walls and ancient piles of odds and ends lieing around. There was a door there, but it was locked fast. Fucking pretentious old private schools, making sure none of the kids can have fun - we bitched a little bit, and turned back to climb down, but stopped immediately.
There were names carved into the wood on the rafters above the ladder. Hundreds of them, stretching from one end to the other. We went to the farthest end, to the one marked "Tim Jefferys, 1969" and brushed off the dust beneath it.
"Tim Jefferys, 1969 - This stupid door was supposed to be open."
I almost cried."
"This is tough, but I'll give it my best try.
I always feel really detached and lonely at the end of big things - school years, etc. So at the end of senior year that old feeling crept up on me with a vengeance. All my old friends were moving away, my life was going to change completely, and I had no idea what I wanted to do with it.
I spent the last few days of senior year just walking around school, goofing off with my friends instead of going to class, and just generally trying to stuff as much quality time into the last few days as I possibly could. On the last day we decided to try and get onto the roof of the building - all the doors were heavily locked and bolted, but rumor had it that there was an old maintenance access in the auditorium. So we snuck in, went backstage, and lo and behold, we found a ladder.
We climbed up, found a tiny spiral staircase, climbed that, found another ladder, climbed that, and hit the top. There was a tiny room at the top of the auditorium with grimy old walls and ancient piles of odds and ends lieing around. There was a door there, but it was locked fast. Fucking pretentious old private schools, making sure none of the kids can have fun - we bitched a little bit, and turned back to climb down, but stopped immediately.
There were names carved into the wood on the rafters above the ladder. Hundreds of them, stretching from one end to the other. We went to the farthest end, to the one marked "Tim Jefferys, 1969" and brushed off the dust beneath it.
"Tim Jefferys, 1969 - This stupid door was supposed to be open."
I almost cried."