I like your curly hair. It goes bouncy whenever I touch it.
I’m not sure what to say. The times you and everyone else were at my house were simply awesome. They didn’t require much to be awesome. Just a movie or a few downloaded episodes of Invader ZIM.
I remember piling many people onto one couch for a few movies. We made it work. Even though there were about 5 to 7 of us.
I really don’t have much to say. We never really talked. Mostly my fault. Like I remember when you drove me home one day and there was basically this awkward silence the whole ride through.
I really wouldn’t know what to say.
The thing is about everyone I adore the company of … You, Heneghan, Karl, JP, Sara, Leah, Russ … Etc … My shyness was pretty much brought out by total intimidation.
For as long as I can remember, I never was able to talk to you (and basically everyone in this group) because I knew how smart you guys were and … It showed a lot in normal conversation. I felt out of place enough being an average student at Northside … Then somehow this group accepts me. But I haven’t the slightest idea why.
I don’t talk politics. I don’t have in my memory volumes of information that no one knows. I can barely pronounce those $20 words let alone properly use them in a sentence. I barely talk at all … How did this happen?
I just felt that, whatever I’d say would not matter or be relevant to any conversation taking place. I think that anything I thought of to say seemed self centered and whiney.
“Oh jebus, Diona’s depressed again …”
No one wants to hear that. It was either that or something that has nothing to do with anything. TV which no one watches anymore, cartoon quotes, pop culture … food even? So quiet was the way to go. I really don’t like talking politics.
Your intelligence scared me. Everyone’s did. It still does.
But I do miss the get-togethers at my house though. Buy a pizza, buy some soda, rent a flick … everyone to my house?