I'd Like to See How Cool
October 7, 2005With having a little more idle time at work these days, staring blankly at the computer, after having exhausting internet options, I find my mind wandering in a time vortex. I typically have a terrible memory. It's tough sometimes remembering what happened last weekend (which I'm sure is largely contributed to numerous pabst and narrys), forget about remembering much of my childhood. [Shit, what was I saying?] Oh, and so every once and a while things from the past will just randomly pop in to my head, as like staring off at my desk today.It was the summer before sixth grade. I was young, full of life and looking forward to starting a new year in a new school building. I grew up in an underpopulated area where there was (at that time) one school everyone went to for 1st thru 5th, another for 6th, another for 7th and 8th, and then the high school building for the rest. Quite unnecessarily complicated, but interesting. Anyway, the excitement for moving to the new building was mostly because all the sixth graders from two different schools in the district were to merged together, so it was finally possible to meet and make friends with new "cool" people. I was not cool. In fact my idea for having fun up until about sixth grade was playing games like "secret agent man" and "swordsman," where the object was to, well, make believe I were those stereotypes and run around solving riddles and fighting bad guys. And believe it or not, my friends were way cooler than me. I had two best buds that year, Damian and Tim, both of which I had been very close with for two years. Come close to the end of the year, which I believe was a week or so before the semi-formal dance, I was standing in the playground talking with them. The conversation started with the dance and then escalated to Tim talking about how he 'liked' one of the girls in our class. Now, bare in mind that this was the age where simple little crushes on girls started to become infatuations and completely hormone driven. And yet, somehow, I just wasn't into it as much as the other guys. Just imagine me now, but little and dorkier. Got the picture? Yes, I was that little geek who preferred to look down at his shoes than flirt with a girl. And as it goes, I had no problem denouncing the dance in front of my friends that day.A couple days later during lunch I was called outside by my two friends, Damian and Tim, to have a 'discussion'. I should have figured it out, they had been excluding me from recess activities the past few weeks, but obviously I was oblivious. It came as something like this: T: So, D and I have been talking and... D: We've been talking and just don't think that we can hang out anymore. We just don't see this friendship working anymore.B: Are you saying you don\'t want to be friends anymore?T: It\'s not like that...D: Well, yes it is.It was my birthday a few weeks later. Needless to say no one came. Well actually that's another story altogether, perhaps one I'll get into some other time.SummeryFuck those bastards, I'd like to see how cool they are now! Assholes.
posted by H. Hopkins @ 9:18 AM
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