Swept Back In by the Arms of Society

Yeah, not so much.

In short, a friend of mine had issues with me therefore I maintained the life of a hermit for a week.

Was I being adolescent and angst-y? Meh, maybe. But who would've thought it'd affect the way and with whom I interact?

Pas moi.

Oui... "c'est la vie"...

I don't know, I just figured that after the week of somewhat-self-confined solitary that there would be discussion and forgiveness of both parties and that things would go back to normal. Wrong.

But I won't go crawling back. Pah! That's not me.

It's just unfortunate when people who felt like family suddenly won't invite you over, or tell you where they're going.

And you have to eat almost every meal alone, in public.

And walk alone to nearly every class.

And sit in your room by yourself for hours at a time playing solitaire.

And pretend that someone wants to talk to you in class...

But I'm trying not to dwell.

As I say, I'm not crawling back. I'm a sociable, well-liked person. I can make other friends. And I have. Friends with benefits (no, not sexually).

While your friendships were meaningful for there time, according to you, said time is past, and where am I to go?

As far the hell away as possible from you, you vile creatures.

I'm just infinitely tired of the petty and meaningless existence of these simple people.

I cannot wait till I get out. Peace Corps. AmeriCorps.

I don't care. Get me out.

At least I can say it's better than high school.

Recent conversations with old friends made me realize that I wasn't nearly as cryptic about my distaste for high school as I perhaps thought I'd been.

Then again, I remember always saying that I looked forward to college because I knew it'd be better.

But two people now have described me as 'miserable' in high school, without any prompting from me..

Can't say it wasn't true though.