While my blog colleague/friend Alex has been chilling at college, bipassing most high school struggles, I've been stuck here. In small town Minnesota. Where drama reigns over all else.
Who's with who, who's dropping out, what's she/he wearing, who got pregnant? This is life. These are the questions that surround my school. If I'm being completely honest, I find it kind of interesting. I'm only human, after all.
But eventually, it all gets tiring. It's always the same story, different people. There are only so many times I can hear about someone giving her boyfriend a handjob in Spanish before it gets old.
Sometimes I think to myself, "Why the heck am I even there?"
Then I see the light. Despite the peer pressure, the constant gossip, the utter shit that is my high school, there is someone who has managed to stay out of it all, to remain the sweetest person I've ever met. I really don't know how he does it.
In a time when friends say, "See ya, whore," as an acceptable way to speak to each other, he says, "Have a great day." Who says that? It sounds corny, but it really can make your day. Whenever I do anything, even the most trivial thing like show him where a button is on the computer, he'll thank me like I'm the greatest person alive. Even if I didn't even help and failed miserably at explaining something, he goes out of his way to make me feel like I'm important to his success or something. It's weird, but when you think about it, how many people would honestly do that for you?
It's not even like we're very good friends, either. It's getting there, yes, but I can't be sure.
This is where it gets frustrating, hence the "plight" part of the title of this post. I think I'm making too much out of practically nothing. Like always. I'm getting ahead of myself. I keep thinking he may be flirting (crazy, I know), but then I remember he probably doesn't even know what flirting is, he's that ridiculously, adorably innocent. I'm not sure if innocent is the word, but I'm going with it. See, he's just crazy nice to everyone and I can't tell if I'm special in some way. I like to think I am... It's so rare to find such a, dare I say, gentleman. I feel like if I have any chance, I have to jump at it. Trouble is, I don't know how to jump without scaring him off.
So, here I am. Writing a blog about my boy troubles. This is my life. If you have any advice, or even care, feel free to share.
Hopefully I'll have some good news to update on the matter eventually...