the untold truths of a quiet person

A quiet person's nightmare

Hey so I haven't wrote anything in over a year...

Yikes/ yay because I'm writing again now. Maybe I'll be less cringey this time. Here we go then I guess.

So I saw that a new person followed me and I was like WHAT. Then I saw a new comment and I was like a WHATx2. And then they commented again and I was like wHaaTT. After that I saw 53 reads and I was like cool.

Well thanks to those snazzy people. I got a little inspired to write because of... I died. Yeah thanks for a reading! Okay nah just something really embarrassing happened. 

It all began...

On an actually nice day. I mean a tiny breeze here and there but there was still a lot of sun so I couldn't really complain. Anyways I was given a project in APLit( which don't take that class oh gosh plz) and we had to categorize characters into different parts of the brain (yeah you know that parietal lobe and that cerebellum). Well I know more about those parts because I'm in AP Psych(which yes oh plz take that class) so I was pretty excited about that project. We had to be in  duh Duh DUH partners. I wasn't too excited by that and if you couldn't have guessed this by now then that's the second time I die in this story. 

After that I walk into my psych class and I hear a distant "hey." I don't notice it too much because I was concentrating on not looking awkward as I'm walking to my desk. Once I, for the most part anyways, complete my mission "Operation Door to Desk" I hear that hey again but even louder. So it seems my classmate was saying hey to me. WAT

"I was saying hey to you but you didn't hi back."

(Imagine a lot of flailing while I'm saying this) "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I just didn't notice. Well hi."

(Casually gets up and walks towards my desk)(I don't know how anyone does that)

"We have that project in lit and you are my first pick for a partner sense we got psych together."

"Yay. That's really cool."

"Yeah. Yeah...That one thing that happened in lit was pretty funny."

"Ha. Ha. Yeah it was." (doesn't know how to continue the conversation so starts doing my work)

"Hey random person in class that one thing in lit right?" 

(How does he do that?!)

I was a total abomination to someone who was trying to spare me from the horror of finding a partner. Why do I always have to be like this?

So next day we are picking partners and I look at him. He looks at me. 

He looks right pass me.

"Hey, my boy Bobbyyyy! Partners?"

"Yeah totally."

Oh. My. Freakinggggg no. 

Am I going to have to wait till everyone finds a partner and then go to my teacher so she can pair me up with someone absent? Yup.

Luckily though someone else was doing the same thing (oddly a pretty popular person) and she just put us together. We ended up doing one of the best jobs. That was cool.

It's kinda a funny story to me and hopefully to you, but it makes me little sad. It was a reminder that my struggle to talk to people really affects my life and how people view me. There is just more days than others that I dread having this thing about me when others don't know anything about it. It just sucks sometimes.

Authors note: Do ya have any awkward stories too or do you know the struggle of finding partners in class oh too well? 

Authors note x2: Why don't I ever have my actual friends in my classes?! It's like the school purposely does that man.