The other night I was at a party. Yes, with other people. I was just walking around, getting the vibe of the whole thing when I saw this group of girls laughing. I walked over. When they saw me, they started laughing even harder. While it’s true, I didn’t take that much time to plan out my outfit, I didn’t think I looked that bad that my presence deserved hysterical cackling. That said, I was curious. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Oh, nothing,” said one of them, “we’re just laughing about your blog.” This was a very nice thing to hear. I get comments about my blog quite frequently but it’s nice when they come from somebody other than my mom or some random sophomores calling me “that blog guy.” Apparently, as these girls tried to explain to me in between screams/tears, my blog was what got them through their art class. It was a sweet moment and then they asked me to write a blog about them. I don’t mind having to blog, I just have a tough time coming up with ideas. I said sure but was secretly kind of worried about what to write about. Then, just like that, inspiration. One of the girls, we’ll call her Blue, told me out of the blue (pun intended ) that she had a crush on me in the third grade. Normally, this wouldn’t really be such a big deal to me, all the girls were into me back then, I was incredibly adorable. However, Blue and I were in the midst of our several year long passionate rivalry phase where we did everything we could to undermine each other. Hearing that she had a crush on me was not only totally awesome but also explained so many things. In this post, I will examine that for a bit but probably not all that much because I’m tired and I have to do my history reading and my mom will yell at me if I don’t.
Ok, for this whole thing to make sense, you have to understand how much this girl and I detested each other. My most vivid memory is one day sitting on top of the jungle gym with her and telling her I hated her. She responded with “hate is a strong word. Don’t say hate.” Keep in mind, we went to a very progressive school. So I respond with, “Fine, you’re right. I greatly dislike you. Is that ok?” “Yeah that’s ok. I guess I greatly dislike you too.” When you really look at it closely, the attraction has always been there. Blue and I slowly drifted apart but over time, we’ve been getting tight again. I don’t know where I’m going with this, all I can hope is that this post might make some girls in an art class at Poly Prep laugh a bit more.