I’ll Tell You Why, I’ts ‘Coz You’ve Changed!
I’ve been thinking about the last decade of my life a lot lately.
I’ve changed a lot.
When I was seven, I was totally outgoing and extroverted, I’d make friends as easily as I breathed, it was just “Hello, you wanna play?”. I loved showing off and my favourite thing to do is to jump of high places, I loved the feeling of falling and TV was something you watched only when you’re sick and couldn’t go to school. Fashion for me was whatever my mum picked out for me.
Then some time while I was in the second or third grade I changed. I realised I was different. I suffer from spinal muscular dystrophy and I had an abnormal gait. I began to shy away from situations that would put me in the spotlight since I didn’t want anyone to see that I was different and laugh at me. I started to hate heights, the mere thought of the sensation of falling would send shivers up my spine. I became more introverted, and making new friends turned into a chore. I grew to be more subversive and reserved and my interests changed from running around with friends to activities which I could do on my own, like reading, or watching TV. Fashion for me now was whatever was on top of the pile in my wardrobe.
In year seven I made some of the best friends I have ever made, we shared interests, hung out, had fun and we were all still incredibly immature for our age. Unfortunately my family’s financial situation meant that I couldn’t have all the things other kids had, and I often felt like I was left out, but we still had a hell of a lot of fun anywho. My interest in music was sparked during this time. It was sparked by Pokémon, of all things. Unfortunately, those guys had to move away and it was a long time till I made any friends as close they were. That time, fashion for me was a dark coloured top and beige-ish pants.
In years eight through nine I was just weird.Though, still reserved I yearned to show the world who I was. I started to stand out in subtle ways. I adopted weird habits and learned quirky skills. I musically yearned for the last decade, growing up on a steady diet of television, I became a child of the 90’s my music was the garage bands of old and hits made famous by the great idiot box. I had tons of friends, but none as close as those before. I gained quite a bit of weight in this period. Back then fashion for me was a t-shirt and a pair of ill-fitting jeans.
At around year ten I started to feel comfortable in my own skin. My empathic abilities really started to grow, and because of that I really started to mature, a bit too much thought probably, I learned how to lie incredibly well and use those skill to get what I want. I grew much braver and learnt to voice my opinions, especially to those whom I used to fear. I adopted the motto “Try it at least once”, and that motto has led to numerous amazing experiences. I started to get bored of everything and ended up being pretty indifferent My music then was any pop-punk that was horribly mainstream, and my fashion was a t-shirt, a shirt over that and again ill-fitting jeans.
Now I’m in year twelve, at the end of my schooling years. I’ve come to accept who I am and would shout it at the top of my lungs if it weren’t for how complicated things would get. Most of my weird habits are pretty much gone, and only surface when I’m both bored and high, I can stand up to pretty much anyone, if I don’t it’s usually because it would cause a huge inconvenience. The way I act is more mainstream, though I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing or not. I’m definitely starting to be more extroverted again, thanks to an awesome group of friends. I lie for fun and also have learned that bad manners aren’t always a bad thing when you know where to use them. I still strive to stand out subtly. My music is now whatever I think sounds good depending on my mood, and fashion is now layered neutral tones with splashes of vibrant colour to spice it up and balance it out.
I wonder who I’ll become in the next decade.
Kicking My Queer-Play Up A Notch
A month or so ago, I wrote a post wishing for more. It was so wonderfully horrible. I kinda missed being that pissed off. It gave me tingles. Yay for emotional S&M!
But I won’t write a bitchy post about what stupid thing my parents did, just look up some random LiveJournal if you want that, instead, I’ll tell ya’ll bout a fun thing that happened this week!
On Tuesday, we had double English, I was unpossibly bored. Just my luck Fendi was sitting next to me<(^_^)> I decided to do that “annoying homophobes” thing I do. I did the whole looking into his eyes thing, but he just looks away. I was determined to get to him. So I put on this voice, this Marylin Monroe voice and I’m like “Fendi… hows life?“ I saw him get a little comfortable, but I decided to push on;
<Fendi>Great your’s?
<me>Just *ravaging*, Anything interesting *happen* lately?
Still no change
<Fendi>Nope, you?
He’s trying to ignore me now, but I had a winning line to follow
<me> Well, I had this dream last night… And *you* were in it…
<Fendi>OK… getting a bit weird…(nervous chuckle)
At this point I would usually stop and just start bagging him, but I was really bored, so I decided to go further, I got my pencil and I started to draw circles on his back with it, first near his shoulder blades, then i started moving lower. In the end he jumped up and went “Wow, ok, really uncomfortable now (nervous chuckle)”
It was fun<(^_^)>
Chat Quote #7-8, Of Teachers and Babies
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It’s our Visual Communication And Design class and we’re trying to decide on what we’re each designing this semester.
<VisComTeacher>Oh so you wanna do character design.
<FriendOfMine>Yeah.
<VisComTeacher>Maybe you could design those toys that come out of Kinder Surprises. Maybe like a Kinder Surprise for adults.
At which point we all burst into laughter.
I wonder what kinda suprise they’re getting.<(Ô_o)>
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I was arguing with one of the girl about how it was very unlikely for her children to have blue eyes, since it is a recessive gene. In the end I convinced her, and for my winning statement, I made this unfortunate remark…..
<me>So then if you do end up having a kid with blue eyes, you might wanna ask your husband if he’s been cheating on you<(^_^)>
<ObviouslySmarterThanMeGirl>Why would I think that the baby wasn’t mind.
<me>still didn’t get it
It took her a while to explain to me but I finally got it. I can’t believe that I actually implied that it was possible for a woman to give birth to a baby that belongs to her husband’s mistress. And not know about it!… Seriously
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S&M?, Kinky…
I seriously have problems, The last couple of days have been good, pretty much great, in fact. I’ve been generally quite happy. Friendships, relationships, rivalries, I’ve been doing really well on all fronts. Hell, I even found out that I only lost one mark out of fifty in my Mathematical Methods SAC (applied calculus).
In spite of all that, I still, for some unknown reason, start to bring up some real heavy emotional baggage out of nowhere!!<(0_o”)>
I’ve managed to go from quite happy and relaxed, to venomous, angry, apathetic and callous. I mean what the hell is wrong with me. In truth though… I don’t really mind when I get like this, it’s kind of a rush, hell I almost kinda like it.
<(0_0)>!!!!
But seriously, what is wrong with me!? It’s like emotional sadomasochism!
Get With The Times, Jacking Off Is So Last Decade
Everyone’s heard of those guys that are totally into MMORPG’s. They played a demo of it, and next thing they know they’re downloading a bot to help them with grinding/farming some imaginary skill. I have some friends like that, they’ve always tried to get me to join them in playing. The problem is I just can’t get into video games like that, or any other hobby for that matter.
Whenever I grab a new game or try to start a new hobby, I usually get bored of them soon after I start them. Playing music, games, crafts, I usually get bored within the week. As much as I might try to enjoy whatever hobby I’m road testing, I just can’t seem to really get into it.
Usually the problem is that whatever it is I’m doing, at some point, it will get repetitive, and that is what gets me, imagine me having a 9-5 job doing the same thing everyday, I’d end up killing myself before my first payday.
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On a side note, has anyone ever found that if you’re totally high and having fun one day, the next day you’ll be in a less-than-good mood for the whole day… Hell, maybe it’s just me and my introversion acting up again
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And on an even-more-to-the-side note, I have no idea what this post’s title has to do with anything. it just seemed funny at the time, not so much anymore though…..
Enough To Make Your Balls Retract
I suppose when you always around someone, or they’re always around you, you start getting comfortable enough around them that you can just be yourself. You no longer have to act the way you do around mere acquaintances. You become friends. Your conversations evolve from measly small talk into more intimate banter, but there has to be some line you shouldn’t cross when you talking to a guy no matter how close you become to him!
In five out of ten my study periods, each week, there are only six other people in my year level that have a free period at the same time as I do. Five people whom I can hang out with, one guy, one group of three girls and another group of two girls. So at the start of the year I’d had to kinda choose who I would hang out with during these periods.
The guy is a total wanker, so I don’t hang around him. The group of three girls, I can’t hold up a conversation with , so I don’t go with them either on these periods, unless really I feel like awkward moments…<(ô_o)> So I hung out with the other group of girls, one of who I already usually hang out with at lunch anyways.
Being that there are two girls and just me in the group, most of the stuff we talk about can easily be classified as girl talk. At the start of the year I would just nod and laugh every now and then as the two girls talk in whispers and code while I just sit there, feeling more than just a tiny bit awkward. Slowly I started to get more involved in the conversations and they started to talk about more candidly about personal stuff. A year and a half later, we’re pretty close. Not incredibly close but close enough nonetheless. We pretty much talk about anything now; family crap, their crushes, school gossip and more of the usual girl talk stuff.
I would like to remind whoever is reading this at this point that I am a guy (I kinda started to forget myself as I wrote this).
Usually things would be fine. but sometimes it seems like the girls are forgetting that I in fact have a penis. A month or so ago one of the girls was looking a bit under the weather and the following exchange took place.
<me> Hey, you arite?
<Grl1>Nah I’m fine
<me>Are you sure?
<Grl2>Yeah, are you late?
<(O_o)>what the hell does what time you’re coming to school have anything to do with how she feels?<(o_O)>
<Grl1>Nah I just did last week.
<(O_o)>what happened last week<(o_O)>
<Grl2>But last month..didn’t hear the next bit
The second I heard the word month, it dawned on me. On the outside it looked like I was just reading what I’d been reading previously, but on the inside, my brain was firing off red alerts. I was freaking out!
I mean WT freaking F!!