30 Day Letter Challenge

Day Nin-en?: Someone You Don't Talk To As Much As You'd Like To ):U(

DUDE. Look at the emoticon for this day. It's a glare. If you look at it sideways. The U is the nose, colon is eyes, chin and forehead are parenthesis.

Someone I don't talk to as much as I'd like to.

Pfoo! There IS someone I would like to talk to, but I doubt he cares. So I'll talk to him through here. No, it's not the ever elusive, but very chawming 'I', but the person I'm pretty sure I referred to as 'J'.

So here goes.

Dear J,

This is like talking to you... But not talking to you. Like, in That '70s Show, when Eric's Africa and Donna, Hyde, Red, and Kitty(mostly Kitty) were taping a recording to send to him. This is sorta like a recording. And man, I wish I could talk to you. I remember the little games we used to play, and the video games I also whupped you in. I remember playing after school and then helping your mom, who was a teacher there.

I remember it all.

The question is, do you? And you may or may not ask yourself the same question, I don't know. You were always a grade/year older than me, but back in elementary school, it didn't matter to you.

Why does it matter now?

I get it though, I really do. You have sophomore-y friends, and I have immature friends, AND a bad taste in clothing. You really don't want to be seen with me. I definitely do not want to be seen with me. I laugh at the stupidest things: Google "There's something wrong with this banana" It's not dirty and its the first picture. Then google "Theres something wrong with M. Bean." Actually, that'll be the picture. Those are hilarious. And I didn't stop laughing for days.

So really, I get it. You're scared of a reputation. Back in elementary school, reputations didn't matter and it was wayy easier to be friends with a popular girl than it is now. I don't know about you but I was always labeled a "nerd" or "bookworm". Geez, I read. Is that a crime? All you had to do to get A's was read the textbook, do the homework (like a page a week) and listen during class. Easy-peasy. But I was the "nerd". Right.

"Bookworm" has followed me everywhere. Just because reality for me sucked/sucks and I read to get away from it, that does NOT mean that I am a bookworm.

Alright, it SO does.

But still. I bet tons of people have coping mechanisms. The bullies, who faced a bully everyday in their life back at home or in elementary, the ones who beat up just to avoid getting beat on. The populars, trying to cover up a divorce or strained relationship with their parents. The emos, who's parents are too self-absorbed to notice their kid needs attention. If there's anything I learned, it's that everyone has a secret, and how they deal with it makes them who they are. The bullies, bully. The populars shop. The emos cut. I read. And I can exchange my family, or be able to do things I couldn't, like be a wizard or a princess. The characters become my friends.

EXCEPT WHEN THEY MAKE STUPID DECISIONS, AND YES, COLLINS, I'M TALKING TO YOU.

And you might think I'm crazy or lonely or schizo now, but really, I'm no more schizo than most.

And if you talked to me, maybe I wouldn't go home all talking to my books and blasting music.

Betcha ten bucks my mom wants to put me in therapy. :P You remember her. Please, who could ever forget her. Not only did she watch your little sister and all, but she drove you places and picked me up from your house. She's on a whole conspiracy theory rant-rage right now. I'm not allowed to talk to my sister (who's now Mormon), she can't play music in her car when she's driving me(she does anyway! Take that, MOTHER.), I can't play on her iPad because *gasp* I could be googling Mormon spells. I'm not allowed to go to the same church as you (which is how we became friends really, and you still go there) because she thinks I love you.

*eye roll* I love you like a BROTHER. Seriously. You were too involved in my life pre-hormone for me to like you now. She needs serious medical help.

She's a dipwad, and the minute I turn 18, I'm calling everyone a dumbass, like Red Foreman. Some people deserve it y'know?

Anyway, maybe you're asking yourself why I'm not talking to you. I'm no good with awkward. It's too... Awkward.

Lol. Alright, that's pretty much it.

Wait! TALK TO ME, YOU DOOFUS.

Later, J-Gator!

xxMyLifeisAverageStillxx