This is the closest I've come to an actual blog post. There's so many things to cover from what's been going lately but I chose this. Try to notice the subtle difference between this post and the rest of my blog.
I was sitting on the alleged emo bench with a friend of a friend of a friend, who was a year younger than me. We were taking the same summer course and her companions weren't there yet, so I figured it would do good for the both of us to have the space next to her filled by an actual human being, which was me.
I didn't know much about her, since we were hardly acquainted, but what came out of her mouth got me stupefied. She said she knew something (a lot of somethings, apparently) about the social hierarchy in my batch, which I didn't think would exist beyond the confines of my imagination, and that she wanted to know further about the people in it, to which I grumbled in response.
How am I supposed to respond without maligning anyone, myself included, anyway? I don't remember telling her anything significant because seriously, I didn't know the right way of expounding, if there had been things to say at all. And besides, she's younger than me. I just let it float in the air and misled her into a conversation about this teacher who looked like Sheldon Cooper.
Yet, of course, that wouldn't kill her interest in other people's lives. It wouldn't stop her mild accusations of some people being irresponsibly popular and most people being social climbers. I don't know why she was talking about what she was talking about but I think that kid's got an astounding intellectual depth I could learn from. I'll sit with her on the emo bench when Monday comes around. We could have our own class titled Things You Wouldn't Expect Someone Like Me to Know 101.
Why am I even typing these here? I was ideally going to post about my twisted euphoria because the week was over. I guess I digressed before I even started. There's always time and I'm not going anywhere. I decided on letting myself post stuff as myself. It can be pessimistic, as someone has mentioned, but that's my voice so that's what I'll have to use.
You've probably learned to deal with it, anyway.
I was sitting on the alleged emo bench with a friend of a friend of a friend, who was a year younger than me. We were taking the same summer course and her companions weren't there yet, so I figured it would do good for the both of us to have the space next to her filled by an actual human being, which was me.
I didn't know much about her, since we were hardly acquainted, but what came out of her mouth got me stupefied. She said she knew something (a lot of somethings, apparently) about the social hierarchy in my batch, which I didn't think would exist beyond the confines of my imagination, and that she wanted to know further about the people in it, to which I grumbled in response.
How am I supposed to respond without maligning anyone, myself included, anyway? I don't remember telling her anything significant because seriously, I didn't know the right way of expounding, if there had been things to say at all. And besides, she's younger than me. I just let it float in the air and misled her into a conversation about this teacher who looked like Sheldon Cooper.
Yet, of course, that wouldn't kill her interest in other people's lives. It wouldn't stop her mild accusations of some people being irresponsibly popular and most people being social climbers. I don't know why she was talking about what she was talking about but I think that kid's got an astounding intellectual depth I could learn from. I'll sit with her on the emo bench when Monday comes around. We could have our own class titled Things You Wouldn't Expect Someone Like Me to Know 101.
Why am I even typing these here? I was ideally going to post about my twisted euphoria because the week was over. I guess I digressed before I even started. There's always time and I'm not going anywhere. I decided on letting myself post stuff as myself. It can be pessimistic, as someone has mentioned, but that's my voice so that's what I'll have to use.
You've probably learned to deal with it, anyway.
