As a teenager I would imagine receiving unconditional admiration, respect and affection from TV characters I most respected, or I would imagine scenarios for myself to prove my own intelligence and strength successfully in front of groups of people. I escaped to these illusions when I felt weak…
What I should have said:
You’re really cool. I think your species is rare. You’re incredibly smart, yet charming, and you’re not arrogant (well not explicitly arrogant). I’m kind of upset that you’re leaving because I never got to know you well, which makes me saying this seem creepy. I’m embarrassed.
I get nervous when I talk to you, and I laugh a little harder sometimes. All a part of infatuation right?
So I’m in love with you because you’re perfect, D. Sha. You’re handsome, intelligent, funny, charming. You’re going to go to college and make the girls swooon.
And this message will result in nothing more than flattery on your part, I’m sure of it. Please don’t think I’m creepy.
D. Sha and I didn’t talk today. It was one of those “who’s going to make the initiative” stalemates. Not going to lie, I was both disappointed and relieved.
how many times is it appropriate to say ‘what’ before you nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said
(via tiredeyes-and-sunglasses)
