I’m quite possibly the most awkward kid around.
The entire night of this wonderful, or supposed wonderful concert, I just sat there, and stared. I wish I could smack myself, but I’m just so numb to everything! Sure, I may have played marginally well, and yes, it turned out nice enough. I may have worn the right outfit, and I may have even said hi when I should have. Yet, I find myself sitting here mentally smakcing (for lack of physical ability) myself for not doing anything. No, that was not a drug refrence.
“He just sits there and observes… He does that, and you may think he’s nice, but he really is evil, uttering things under his breath,” or so Ian so eloquently put it. As much as I resent that, it’s so true. For example, we were in the hallway waiting and everyone, but me, was deep in conversation. If I wasn’t being a wallflower then, I’ll throw myself off a bridge. He says hi, I don’t, she waves, I smirk. What the hell is wrong with me.
And maybe I really don’t have to be friends with them (even though I’d like to.) But does that really mean I have to stand there like rock whenever they come near me?
People are trying to be nice, or at least have be the end of their latest joke and all that I can do is say something sarcastic and turn away. I am the most awkward kid I have ever met, and that is saying something.