Very insightful. I agree, he's got it pegged perfectly. I was a "D-tabler" for my first year of high school, and even though through some strange twist of fate that I never understood (I certainly never worked at it) I found myself somewhere between A and B for the rest of high school, at the worst of times I felt like I was surrounded by lunatics who were simply beyond my comprehension -- even the people I thought I knew well. I am still baffled to this day by several things they did.
For instance, one of my closer friends was a beautiful girl named Sandy, with whom I was in Drama Club, Student Government and the yearbook. Although I was attracted to her, there was nothing romantic between us -- she was, for much of the time that I can remember, going steady with one of the football players. Yet one afternoon, during a play rehearsal, I was backstage, leaning against a wall and reading a paperback, when Sandy strolled up, grabbed me by the face, kissed me thoroughly, and then walked away.
I was so stunned that I literally did nothing for several minutes, trying to figure out just what the hell had happened. To this day, I don't know whether I was the victim of an obtuse prank, the object of a bet someone had made, or the incredibly dense subject of a special limited time offer. Her relationship with Mike was rock-solid, and they stayed together until she graduated (as best as I can recall), and my relationship with Sandy didn't change in any measurable way afterward. It was just a freaking surreal moment that's haunted me for three decades.
-- Bob
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The Internet Is For Norns.
For instance, one of my closer friends was a beautiful girl named Sandy, with whom I was in Drama Club, Student Government and the yearbook. Although I was attracted to her, there was nothing romantic between us -- she was, for much of the time that I can remember, going steady with one of the football players. Yet one afternoon, during a play rehearsal, I was backstage, leaning against a wall and reading a paperback, when Sandy strolled up, grabbed me by the face, kissed me thoroughly, and then walked away.
I was so stunned that I literally did nothing for several minutes, trying to figure out just what the hell had happened. To this day, I don't know whether I was the victim of an obtuse prank, the object of a bet someone had made, or the incredibly dense subject of a special limited time offer. Her relationship with Mike was rock-solid, and they stayed together until she graduated (as best as I can recall), and my relationship with Sandy didn't change in any measurable way afterward. It was just a freaking surreal moment that's haunted me for three decades.
-- Bob
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The Internet Is For Norns.