I've lost control of myself. I attended a theater camp over the last summer, because a girl I had a crush on invited me. My moronic teen favor seeking complacency is what directly led to me and Shayla dating.
The female to male ratio at this camp easily exceeded 5:1. Add to that the fact that American girls show a unjustified attraction to people with accents, and all of a sudden I'm the most popular kid in the room. The camp was a week long and that was enough for the sense of social confidence to stain me.
By the time I returned to school after summer break, the confidence and self assertiveness had not worn off. My social life flourished... but my objectiveness which I so desired, took a back seat. I was engulfed in the politics that make up teenage friendships. I am engulfed.
That, in short... is why I am typing right now, because I long to return to being the person I was just last year, because I can't remember who I am supposed to be when I get home and shed all the pretenses I employ in my social life.
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Shayla texted me 2-3 hours ago and asked me if I'd like the go see Allison (the director of the theater camp that brought us together) perform. The play is tomorrow night at 7. I said yes.
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