Me and the world don't exactly hit it off. We have communication issues. And possibly a personality clash. That's OK. I see it as a sign that both me and the world have personalities. Which is good. I guess.
I just felt like telling you because I've been feeling minorly anti-social lately. Not majorly! Just minorly. I think I'll marathon three seasons of In Plain Sight, wrapped in my ugliest hoodie and most comfortable blanket, feeding my crushes on fictional characters, and making muffins on a Friday night minorly. See. Nothing to worry about.
You think I have problems now, huh? Yeah, so does my peer mentor.
I should probably stop typing now. What is really scary is that I probably won't.
Maybe this is why I have crushes on fictional characters. They don't judge me. They never think I'm weird for having crushes on them. That must be why I love them. Well, that and they totally rock. No real guy has anything on Rory Williams, because they'll never be endearingly dorky in the same way, or wait for their girl for two thousand years. No real guy has anything on Marshall Mann, who knows random facts about the invention of danishes and would take a bullet for his best friend.
How can a real guy hope to measure up? The only advantage he has is that he's, you know... real.
My friends are going through boy drama right now. She likes the guy and he doesn't like her back (probably?), the guy likes her and she doesn't like him back, or she can't decide which guy she likes. Or some combination of all of the above. I'm sitting on the sidelines enjoying the show. But, I admit, every once in a while I wonder if I'm supposed to be participating. It's like someone handed out the social script before I got here and now I'm twiddling my thumbs, wondering if I'm missing my lines.
I was talking to one of my cousins about this, relating my friends' dramas and talking about how I'm enjoying it. We were in the car and she turned around to look at me. "Marissa," she said, "you are not supposed to be watching. You're supposed to be doing." One of the guys I'd been talking about passed and I pointed him out to here. "He's cute," she said.
"Yeah," I agreed. "He's a really nice guy."
"No. He's cute." Then she tried to set me up on a blind date.
P.S.
This was an awesome post, Marissa :) And honestly, the only boys you'd go on dates with now are freshmen, who can be pretty dumb anyway. But if you ever do feel the sudden urge to go on a double, just give me a call okay?
ReplyDeleteI think crushes are good, though, as long as you only like guys that are unavailable, meaning, as soon as one of those unavailable guys becomes a possible, that you don't like him anymore.
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