dgiovanni Posted June 21, 2011 Posted June 21, 2011 There once was a boy who was naive and foolish.*He had never dated in high school or in the first few years of college. At first it was because he thought it was pointless; he preferred to focus on his studies. Later, he wondered if it was because he was unable to establish relationships in the way that other people did - but it didn't bother him, because he was a good student, and he was getting a good graduate school place lined up, and so life was good. He met her, a friend of a friend, at a common interest activity. He took little notice of her at first, but she stood out quickly. She was beautiful - the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen in real life (forgive him his hormones), but in an understated way. He really took notice when she showed him a photo of her with her family and they all looked so happy. And she was a good, moral girl who went to church, cared about how other people and so on. And her sense of humour - he loved to tease her, because it was all light hearted and given back in turn. It would have been far better if he had asked her directly and been rejected. He was too clever by half. He became an obsessive reader of signs. He said to himself jokingly that he would have no problem getting any humanities student. But maybe that was to hide that he always noticed that she seemed bored of his conversation, that she was completely out of his league (he had read about the matching hypothesis), that she would leave friendzone hints like "I'm not attracted to that sort, except for.." (and the exception was of course, not him) and "you'll find yourself a nice science student gf". And slowly, the common events dried up, the invitations to group events were declined by her and that was the end of that. Once in a while their paths crossed, and he heard she had a bf, broke up, and all the other things that happen to a normal, beautiful, well-adjusted college girl. He asked himself, why he was so stupid as to suffer from a crush a year on, and how we was able to feel and think and obsess so much over so little. (She would surely have forgotten he even existed by now).*He was perceptive enough to know that he was projecting. Firstly, he had no right to feel that way (though he knew such feelings were normal in the young). Rejection made him feel worthless, unworthy, ugly and unlovable; the circumstances made him feel presumptuous and stupid. Why couldn't he let go? Partly, he didn't want to: it was a relief to know that he could actually have feelings for someone. Partly, he kept reliving what happened because he felt remorseful for being such a gutless milquetoast.*Partly, it was because of the desperation and sadness that the world would always be divided into a group of people he wasn't attracted to and a group of people out of his league - a sense of gloom that is was how it was always going to be like. And he didn't know the other part - it was like being a high school kid again. But it was painful, distracting - and he started trying to date some people to numb the foolishness, but so far nothing had worked. What should he do?
utterer of lies Posted June 21, 2011 Posted June 21, 2011 What should he do? Learn how to write in the first person.
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