"Just kill me now. Please? Are we there yet? We HAVE to be there! We've been in this fricking car for hours! Let me out! I'm going to die if I have to be in this car one more minute than I have to be, listening to Emma belt out "We're All in This Together." Unlock the car doors and let me out! NOW!!"--From Finding Normal, my Novel-In-Progress
I take back everything I wrote in my last post. I wish I could just erase it, but frankly, I worked way too hard on that post just to delete it a day later. So I'm not going to. Too. Much. Work.
I hate feeling weak; as if I'm as mentally-and emotionally-less able than others--but I am. I hate boys. To hell with Him. To hell with all of it! I'm officially writing boys off my agenda. Not that they ever were, of course, but I never wanted to be one of those girls. You know, the ones who wake up, drawing a big pink heart marking the one-week anniversary of their relationship's beginning; whose hearts go pitter-patter when they see their Him in the hallways, blah, blah, blah.
In fact, here's a play-by-play of today's Annoying Fest:
FIRST PERIOD
Me: Ugh. Another day. Where's Mr. G?
Brian: Don't know. Don't really care.
Me: You're not going to bring up the 'Herpes' thing again, are you?
Brian: Well, now that you've reminded me... (evil grin)
Me: I hate you.
Brian: (arches eyebrow): Are you sure about that?
Me: Yes. I am completely, certifiably, 100% sure.
Brian: 'Cause I don't think you do. Look me in the eyes and see if you can say it in blunt honesty. C'mon, let's see it!
Me: (gasping in relief when I see Mr. G, new kid, and Kelly walk in): Mr. Gardner, I feel extremely triggered. Might I take a lap or two?
Brian: (sighing and rolling eyes): Oh. My. God, Katie! Get a sense of humor already.
Me: You are such an asshole, Brian! Mr. G, please?
**SECOND PERIOD, THIRD PERIOD, FOURTH PERIOD, FIFTH PERIOD, SIXTH PERIOD PASS**
SEVENTH PERIOD
Brian: Herpes, Katie! Herpes, herpes, herpes!
Me: Are you done yet, Brian?
Brian: Hmm. Let me think...Am I done? Hmm...I think not.
***TIME PASSES***
Mr. R: Okay, guys--I think we've done everything I wanted us to accomplish, so how about a nice little debate?
Brian: (chuckling sarcastically): Good luck with THAT one, Mr. R. Last time we tried that, my little sister over there got a little, uh, 'passionate,' and Ms. H had to have a 'chat' with her.
Me: Brian. Please-stop. I'm begging you. You don't know boundaries, do you? You just don't! I'm not invincible to your teasing, ya know. Please stop, Brian, I can't--
Mr. R: Katie, please calm down. I'm sure Brian didn't mean anything cruel--
Brian: Au Contraire, Mr. Rogulski! I did, in fact, mean to tease her.
Me: You want to know something?! This is no longer just teasing--not when you make it a point to keep going after I ask you to stop.
Brian: Jesus, Katie, get a sense of humor!!
Me: Sorry. Mine flew out of the window just as soon as you said those words. (to Mr. R) Can I please take a couple of laps?
Brian: I was just kidding, Katie!
Me: Sorry, 'bro.' After a while, 'just kidding' isn't kidding anymore. It's an excuse. It's an excuse to keep 'teasing' someone who, oh yeah, has asked you politely to stop. Leave me alone, okay?
Brian: (silenced)
Me: Thanks, Mr. R. See you Monday, okay?"
I hate Brian. I hate boys. I hate Mr. G for telling us about bacteria and the fact that when you have Chicken Pox when you're a child you automatically have the herpes virus inside you.
Most of all, I hate feeling like I'm on some ride I can't get off. Sort of, in fact, like being a car during a family road trip, with your parents listening to the OLD oldies, and your siblings driving you up the wall...
What's weird is that I used to like that. But not anymore. I'm done. I really am done.
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