Talk about parallel lives...
Why did all the pretty, popular girls you were in love with have to fuck with you so hard in high school...?
It was like love was just a game to them.
What provoked this memory?
Edited to say: You're good enough, you're smart enough, and doggone it, people like you...
Perfectly captured, perfectly retold.
You tapped into all the right things that we all understand and said them back in way that we where it was like you were reading our minds, because these situations were unique to us.
This wasn't just about liking a girl, this was about the complexities of popularity, that weird phenomenon of peer pressure, the limitations of inexperience; all that. You've woven in enough elements to do as you promised and bring the whole thing back like it was yesterday.
Yeah, way late for me, but that brawd is a bitch. If it were me, I would have blown a gasket. I was like that as a kid, tended to lose control, would gone berserk and tore into everyone around me without concern or caring. That really really sucks, I'm sorry, that kind of humiliation is way beyond what I could have dealt with in a sane way, and I would never mention it again, you're a better man than me, that's for damn sure.
