Staring Strangers

Disclaimer: This post is from the archives, and may not represent the current views of the author. It also may not be at all interesting to read. Continue at your own peril!

Today was certainly an unusual day in some respects. I mean, school was, for the most part, as usual, but it’s not every day that we get a new student. Yes sir, today Melissa started coming to the school. Considering I already know her, it wasn’t all that necessary for me to introduce myself to her or anything, but it was still just strange seeing her there. So, if you’re reading this Melissa, consider this my official welcome to the school for you. Now don’t ever expect me to do anything nice for you again. (Just kidding, of course. I’m nice, and you know it.)

Other than that, everything was normal for the most part. I decided to get off the bus at Dunsdon St. and walk from there since it was nice outside and such. On my way home, I started to look at the people in the cars going by. It’s kind of funny, really. If you’re out walking some time, you should try this too. Just watch the people in the cars. It’s been my experience that most of the people driving by will look at you. I mean, it’s not like there’s all that much to look at with me. If the majority of the people were women, then I could draw a correlation, but a lot of men driving looked over at me, and I doubt that all of those men are gay. It’s just not very likely. But I find myself doing this too. I’m driving along, and I see someone walking down the street, so I turn my head and look at them. It’s almost subconscious when I do it. I saw a few people today where they really leaned in and were staring at me; that was sort of freaky. One old lady was doing that, and I almost started running, just from the way she was looking at me like I was a criminal or something.

I don’t have much else to say. My parents arguing and fighting whenever they get home after work is getting on my nerves. Every day it seems they come home and they just argue for hours about work. And it’s not always that they’re even disagreeing with each other. Usually it’s my mom telling my dad about something frustrating at work, and then my dad giving his opinion of everything even though he barely knows the situation. So here they are, arguing and being really loud, but they’re agreeing with each other. It’s so frustrating. Work-related stuff should stay at work. Don’t bring it home and dump it on your family. Most times at supper, I say about three or four words and just sit there the rest of the time because they’re busy arguing about work stuff. They stop for a few seconds to ask me how my day went, I say “Good,” and then they ask if anything exciting happened and I say “Not really,” and then it’s back to some stupid thing that happened at work.

Anyways, I’m going to stop there or else someone’s going to start thinking that I’m traumatized for life because my parents are cruel and vicious. They’re really not; they just get frustrated easily. I’ve lived with it for 17 years, and I don’t have too much longer to go until I’m out of the house, so I’ll survive. It’s just starting to get on my nerves as the frequency of it increases. Whatever. I just hide out in the basement or go out with my friends, and everything’s fine.

I’m done for today. You can stop reading now. No really, I’m done. Just don’t read another word. Stop! Okay, this is annoying. There’s nothing here. Just go home. Get a life! Stop reading this pointless paragraph! Fine! I won’t say anything else.

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