Ew

My friend and I were playing and having a good time one day, when all of a sudden the friend did something completely unexpected and, I thought, unwanted. As far as I could tell, though, at the time, it was just been because the friend was misunderstanding what it was that I did want. At some point I must have given off the impression that things were the way the friend thought they were, when, in fact, they weren't.
The interesting thing, though, that I was trying to get to, was that after I realized that this was probably what was happening, I started to think that maybe I did want what they thought I wanted, which, despite having told the friend I didn't want this, I think caused me to begin acting even more like I wanted this thing, because I was beginning to think that maybe I did, when in fact I really didn't.
So my point is that sometimes what people think about you can dramatically effect how you think about yourself, and then you start to act the way they think you are, which confirms their belief, and it just keeps going. But now that I think of it, that's not as interesting as I thought it was.


Sorry, guys.

Inside, Outside, side step, back step!

Once upon a time, forever and a day ago, I was thirteen. Enter, the first day of Public School. It was a mad-house, much like the crazy circus-fair grounds that you see in movies. Everything is twisted and contoured, and everything that comes out of your mouth is somehow wrong. There was orchestra, where the teacher Mrs. Wilson assumed that I hated violinists and any classical pieces beause I mentioned Norah Jones; there was my science class, where my peers thought I was a crazed loon because I disagreed with the evolution theory; and . . . such and such.
It happened all throughout public school, because people seemed to expect the very worst in everything that happened. Simple questions were posed to be insults. Simple comments turned to blatant accusations. And . . . yes.

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