Dirk Anger
2010-02-28, 01:22 AM
I had a little high school trauma tonight, and it's put me off enough that I thought sharing it somehow could help. So here I am.
I was with my friends for a meal and a good time, and we went to a combination of fast food places and a chinese restaurant. Then we went to a 7/11 for energy drinks before heading to the house we were all going to be at for the night.
I went in, got a red bull, and struck up a conversation with some folks outside, probably a few years older. My friends got in the car, and were impatient to go.
I told them to go ahead, as I could easily walk the short distance back to the house in a few. Anyway, they wanted me to buy them tobacco (a legit rendition of the no I.D. excuse - they talked of bars and jobs and which high school used to be best). I'm really very introverted, and so meeting new people always gave me a great feeling and sense of pride. Pathetic, but oh well
They left, and I continued to enjoy the company of strangers. Then I walked to the place, and knocked on the door.
I was mockingly asked to identify myself, but I wasn't let in. I called someone's cell and my backpack I had left there was put through, so that "I could take my bike and leave".
I decided to read the last 60 odd pages of Cat's Cradle for school (a good read, by the way) to see if my friends were going to relent. They didn't, and I went home.
These were my five very best friends, who I've known for years. Ever since high school, if not since the fourth grade, we've known each other.
Why they would do this is a mystery, and I'm trying to take it in stride, but this is definitely hurtful of them so I don't feel guilty about being indignant.
Has this been building? They hate that I smoke (It's a nasty habit, and I can't blame them). They sometimes seem annoyed with me, and I never really knew why.
I've rebooted my social life before under duress, and if necessary will do it now. Begging for sympathy on the internet will hopefully help the process.
Sorry to dump this on a community I'm no member of, but y'all have a rep and.... I lurk here all the time. So do what you will with the thread, I'll come check up on it when I'm less angry at adolescent life. Thanks.
I was with my friends for a meal and a good time, and we went to a combination of fast food places and a chinese restaurant. Then we went to a 7/11 for energy drinks before heading to the house we were all going to be at for the night.
I went in, got a red bull, and struck up a conversation with some folks outside, probably a few years older. My friends got in the car, and were impatient to go.
I told them to go ahead, as I could easily walk the short distance back to the house in a few. Anyway, they wanted me to buy them tobacco (a legit rendition of the no I.D. excuse - they talked of bars and jobs and which high school used to be best). I'm really very introverted, and so meeting new people always gave me a great feeling and sense of pride. Pathetic, but oh well
They left, and I continued to enjoy the company of strangers. Then I walked to the place, and knocked on the door.
I was mockingly asked to identify myself, but I wasn't let in. I called someone's cell and my backpack I had left there was put through, so that "I could take my bike and leave".
I decided to read the last 60 odd pages of Cat's Cradle for school (a good read, by the way) to see if my friends were going to relent. They didn't, and I went home.
These were my five very best friends, who I've known for years. Ever since high school, if not since the fourth grade, we've known each other.
Why they would do this is a mystery, and I'm trying to take it in stride, but this is definitely hurtful of them so I don't feel guilty about being indignant.
Has this been building? They hate that I smoke (It's a nasty habit, and I can't blame them). They sometimes seem annoyed with me, and I never really knew why.
I've rebooted my social life before under duress, and if necessary will do it now. Begging for sympathy on the internet will hopefully help the process.
Sorry to dump this on a community I'm no member of, but y'all have a rep and.... I lurk here all the time. So do what you will with the thread, I'll come check up on it when I'm less angry at adolescent life. Thanks.