Well. I guess that I can safely say that I’ve already successfully done this. This is kind of a cheesy prompt anyway. If I wanted to tell somebody everything, then wouldn’t I do so? Is it because I like them and don’t want to confess my feelings? I would understand, only if it was that. And I’ve been there, done that, har har har.
I’ve already discussed this… however it’s in a protected post, so I guess you won’t really be able to get the details on that experience. Sorry about that. It’s only because I like sharing my blog posts among my friends and I don’t want to let people in on other people’s stuff.
Oh my God, I’m finally done with this challenge tomorrow!
I’m going to talk about a person that subtly changed my life. The kind of change that isn’t realized until further self-investigation is completed.
One of my Internet friends, Sophia… she made me realize once again how youth can bring such vulnerability. And such willingness to trust. Never have we come face to face, yet she’s willing to talk about some of her more serious current problems with me. She is at least three years younger than me, but already less innocent. Far more vulnerable than I though.
I feel like, in a way, we lose this ability to trust as we age, probably because we’ve been disappointed so many times as we accumulate years on this world. For better or worse, we lose it. I’d prefer to have it as I grow, however. I definitely live life happier knowing that I can trust my circle.
Oh man, another late post, bleehhh. In my defense, I have been out a lot this weekend.
Way back when, there was this one girl named June who I played with in the park. She was really nice, almost to the point that I think we sparked some elementary school playground romance. She might have even taken my hand. I barely remember her, but as far as one-time shots go for friendly strangers, her name still comes up, much to my surprise.
As an honorable mention, there was this little Asian lady who had to be the most adorable thing I’ve ever met. I met her on the bus today, actually. She asked me if she was supposed to get off at this one stop and I said yes. She gave me a smile and thank you that made me melt so much. Like, you can’t do that to me, I’m supposed to be hardcore, not meltable by some Asian lady half my height. Oh man.
Pinky promises are serious, you don’t break those. That’s why it’s awkward when I realize that I don’t even remember what my last one was about. I’m pretty sure that I made it to Luci, this chick from Chile, but I forget what it was about. I guess to remember her? Yeah, I have enough reasons to remember her, huehuehue. She was a piece of work. She’s nice though, I hope she’s having fun back in Chile.
Lesson: don’t forget next pinky promise. Otherwise, accumulate massive negative karma.
Oops, late post. To be honest I’ve been enjoying some seriously epic animation yesterday… I was waiting for this particular Naruto episode for a while… guess I gotta buy a self-flagellation machine for my missed post… ANYWAY.
This year is really weird in that a majority of my friends have gone through or are currently going through tough times this year. Most of my problems are really my friends’ problems; I’m probably one of the most stable kids you’d ever meet. I have my moments sometimes though.
I’d have to say that the people going through the toughest stuff are my besties Joe and Nini. Their family went through some serious dysfunction, like I don’t even know what the hell is going on most of the time. Nini usually claims that things are fine, but honestly I can only believe her on that for around 70% of the time, which is way too low of a percentage for my tastes. Joe pretty much ragequit on the whole thing and left… and maybe I would too if I were him.
It’s not my business to get into much more of this, especially since 1) I haven’t been there and don’t know what truly happened and 2) it’s not even resolved yet and 3) it’s their business, and I’ll keep it that way.
Honestly, you always have to keep your life in perspective: someone always has it worse than you.
Normally I don’t believe in wishing for anything. It seems un-proactive. If you desire something, I believe that you should pursue it. Despite this bravado, I had one anyway: to hang out with Lauren before she graduated. It was on my birthday too.
It was a good day too. Nothing fancy, we just hung out during lunch and talked. But I got what I wanted. And the necklace she gave me… I still wear it every day. I only take it off if I’m going to wrestle, swim, or shower. I get all kinds of freaked out if I think that I’ve lost it or something. I even saw it bent out of shape a little bit and flipped. I bent it back in place, and after being satisfied that it won’t bend out again, I finally relaxed.
My 17th birthday is still my favorite one. And all because a friend decided to hang out with me. Who could’ve thought.
Well that’s awkward, haven’t had my first kiss yet, soooooooo…
Maybe I should rant about being a kiss virgin? Sorry to deprive you of angsty writing, but I don’t really care about being one. It doesn’t really matter to me. One of my friends said to me, “You don’t want to be a kiss virgin when you get into college.” Excuse me? Does it really matter to anyone? Seriously though, I wouldn’t want to just kiss a chick for the sake of not being a kiss virgin.
Everybody wants a kiss from that special someone…
I just happen to be a later bloomer, that’s all.