Oddity
I feel oddly stumped by what I discover about this girl I knew in high school. I really knew her, in a way simultaneously more and less intense than intimately knowing someone. To make a long saga short I had a gigantic crush on her and rather than slink off when she rejected me I decided being her aim friend was worth my time and effort. We would talk for several hours almost every day about the most personal details of eachother’s li(v)es, but in class the next day it would be as if we’d never spoken, on both of our parts. I put in the weird parentheses just there because the vast majority of what I told her was total bullshit. I think I must have still been hoping she would find me interesting, which in my mind was the path towards falling madly in love with me. Once I started I just couldn’t stop, the lies kept building. If it wasn’t for my spectacularly bad social and critical thinking skills in real life I might still be staying up until 4 am chatting about things I know nothing about.
