Post by Sagittarius Camden on Apr 26, 2011 18:17:15 GMT -8
Hello again.
Besides the fact we still have our superpowers to deal with while trying to find their purpose, I have to say I was surprised by the normality of today. Well by normal I mean just another day of standing in the background while everyone else cracked jokes. Of course, it was only a matter time before Nathan decided to make me the butt of his jokes again, continuing to prove his immaturity one act at a time. I was actually starting to think (just maybe) he’d run out of jokes against me, or perhaps we had become just a little bit closer to being friends, but I was proven wrong when the prick thought up a new word for me today. Or words.
Confuckled Creep.
What does that even mean exactly? I wasn’t doing anything wrong; he had just begun talking without thinking like he does when he’s bored – which must be all the time. When he came into the locker room today, he looked at me as I was checking my phone, deciding to stop in front of me and ask how I was, before he tagged on “my confuckled creep” with a smile and walked on as if he hadn’t just insulted me.
Honestly, I thought about standing up for myself this time around, but I changed my mind when that familiar, embarrassed feeling crept up on me as it normally would, and does, after taking a look at the others about the room, making my stomach churn with disgrace and anxiety. But as usual, they weren’t paying attention or didn’t really find it all that funny to begin with. So I just let it go.
They must think he’s as big of a twat as I do.
It probably wouldn’t hurt to pick up on some better comebacks and confidence for myself. Maybe then I wouldn’t get picked on as much? I don’t exactly like it and it’s never made much sense. Kind of like in Battlestar Galactica, Eros Day is supposed to be a day of love and peace, but they always make it a day of destruction instead. It’s backwards, unexpected, and for no logical reason is it like that.
Still, even though no one really noticed me too much, I preferred being with them than sitting by myself like I normally would. Besides, when I’m with them, something always happens that makes for an interesting video to post when I do eventually have to go home. At least I come home feeling a little less empty then I did only months before.
And though everything’s not perfect (and I’d prefer to go a day without being called a pedophile, a pervert, freak, twat or melon-fucker), I’d still consider them my friends. They are after all the only friends I got -- Nathan included -- and I don’t know what I would do without them.
Despite those certain humiliating moments, I still know I’ve never been this happy before in my life, and we’ve been through enough to convince me that I’d be willing to do anything for them no matter what it was. The hardest thing would be to live with the burden of losing those friends; knowing I hadn’t found a way to stop it from happening.
Sometimes, I even think they might even feel the same about me.
No one has really ever actually made me believe that before.
That fact alone, knowing that maybe I’ve made some friends who just might actually care about me right back, makes up for most of the days we find ourselves in over our heads in trouble or listening to Nathan talk about what he does alone with his cock.
Yea – he’s definitely still a twat.
Though it was a normal day on the standards of no one trying to kill us, any day that I’m not lonely enough to be laying about at home is abnormal enough for me to be worth remembering.
On that note, it would also be nice for Nathan to remember my name for once.
Still not sure where he got Barry from.
Besides the fact we still have our superpowers to deal with while trying to find their purpose, I have to say I was surprised by the normality of today. Well by normal I mean just another day of standing in the background while everyone else cracked jokes. Of course, it was only a matter time before Nathan decided to make me the butt of his jokes again, continuing to prove his immaturity one act at a time. I was actually starting to think (just maybe) he’d run out of jokes against me, or perhaps we had become just a little bit closer to being friends, but I was proven wrong when the prick thought up a new word for me today. Or words.
Confuckled Creep.
What does that even mean exactly? I wasn’t doing anything wrong; he had just begun talking without thinking like he does when he’s bored – which must be all the time. When he came into the locker room today, he looked at me as I was checking my phone, deciding to stop in front of me and ask how I was, before he tagged on “my confuckled creep” with a smile and walked on as if he hadn’t just insulted me.
Honestly, I thought about standing up for myself this time around, but I changed my mind when that familiar, embarrassed feeling crept up on me as it normally would, and does, after taking a look at the others about the room, making my stomach churn with disgrace and anxiety. But as usual, they weren’t paying attention or didn’t really find it all that funny to begin with. So I just let it go.
They must think he’s as big of a twat as I do.
It probably wouldn’t hurt to pick up on some better comebacks and confidence for myself. Maybe then I wouldn’t get picked on as much? I don’t exactly like it and it’s never made much sense. Kind of like in Battlestar Galactica, Eros Day is supposed to be a day of love and peace, but they always make it a day of destruction instead. It’s backwards, unexpected, and for no logical reason is it like that.
Still, even though no one really noticed me too much, I preferred being with them than sitting by myself like I normally would. Besides, when I’m with them, something always happens that makes for an interesting video to post when I do eventually have to go home. At least I come home feeling a little less empty then I did only months before.
And though everything’s not perfect (and I’d prefer to go a day without being called a pedophile, a pervert, freak, twat or melon-fucker), I’d still consider them my friends. They are after all the only friends I got -- Nathan included -- and I don’t know what I would do without them.
Despite those certain humiliating moments, I still know I’ve never been this happy before in my life, and we’ve been through enough to convince me that I’d be willing to do anything for them no matter what it was. The hardest thing would be to live with the burden of losing those friends; knowing I hadn’t found a way to stop it from happening.
Sometimes, I even think they might even feel the same about me.
No one has really ever actually made me believe that before.
That fact alone, knowing that maybe I’ve made some friends who just might actually care about me right back, makes up for most of the days we find ourselves in over our heads in trouble or listening to Nathan talk about what he does alone with his cock.
Yea – he’s definitely still a twat.
Though it was a normal day on the standards of no one trying to kill us, any day that I’m not lonely enough to be laying about at home is abnormal enough for me to be worth remembering.
On that note, it would also be nice for Nathan to remember my name for once.
Still not sure where he got Barry from.
Sagittarius Camden