I'm warning you now, I'm beyond slightly irritated. So the next few paragraphs and probably most of this post is going to be ranting and raging... which I don't dare do on my blog because too many people that will start wondering "Am I mentioned, what is he saying about me?" read it.
Today is my birthday. And of all things to happen, today would just have to be the day when things started to blow up in my metaphorical face.
It all started at the bus stop. Some kids were pushing each other around so, as I do, I stepped in and stopped it before they went and pushed each other into the road. It is fairly normal though, so I include it only because it starts the day off.
On the bus, there's this idiot kid called Sam. I'm sure he has a crush on a certain girl nearby, as he feels this incredible urge to show off. He didn't stop pestering me throughout the entire 40 minute bus trip (I live a long way away from school.) Eventually he decided that, despite me being about a 1/3 of his height again and significantly heavier than him, that he would try to make a idiot out of me.
Despite height and weight, I'm not particulary slow (and although this sounds weird, I'm clocked at around 1.8m and about 10 1/2 stone... and I have no fat at all. Doctor says I'm skinny.) and I'm not going to let some snotty little kid push me around.
So he went for a brief flight.
It wasn't that he got injured, it's just that giving idiots a reaction tends to create more idiots. So I'm being pestered. So I decide to leave it there and just walk away from it, slightly more irritated than I already was.
Then I got to my form room and discovered that such and such a person had said such and such a thing about someone, and that they were busy trying to kill each other. I don't step into big fights as a rule, and therefore I just stand there not particulary being in the way. And then up comes the year idiot and decides I'm a target.
I'll leave it there, else this post will get reported for obscenity or something. I'll leave it to your imagination what he attempted to suggest that we should do and that I would enjoy but which, in reality, I'd be far more interested in doing with a certain someone else. I'm not going to insult your intelligence by going any further.
These small things apart, I seem to have had a greater number of people than normal start trying to attack me in various ways today, whether mentally or physically or emotionally and so I get home feeling drained.
And then I spend a relaxing hour or two playing computer games... always fun. However, I suddenly realise that I need to get a file off of the web, so run downstairs and while I'm downloading this file decide to stay on the computer for a bit.
So I log onto MSN. Within a few seconds I've got "friends" insulting me in various different ways, I've got other "friends" dragging me into conversations where they're just insulting each other, I've got friends complaining about each other to me behind each other's backs I've got the general undertone of unfriendliness all through it all.
So someone tell me.. what the effing hell is going on! I'm sure that none of you know, which is why it's a statement not a question.
But as everyone feels this need to confide in me (as I foolishly agreed never to reveal anything they said on MSN to anyone unless they told me to spefically. I have broken this rule once, and it lost me several friends. Lesson learnt, which is when specifics are avoided above) I know most of the secrets and the hidden feelings of everyone.
Which isn't so great. It means that all the time I'm thinking "Should I tell them what such and such said about them," or how i think that such and such feels about them, or what little secrets someone has. It's not what I say to people or what people say to me that's got me wound up (and as I'm writing this I'm wishing that I could just go and yell at someone..) but rather what they don't say which I then find out from someone else, which they should have told me or which they shouldn't have told someone else.
You probably are wondering why I don't just go and yell at them all. The answer is simple. When you know so much about what so many people keep hidden for so long, once you start letting things slip then it all goes. The entire precarious house of cards which keeps friendships together just collapses and gets burnt up.
There's practically nothing left to build friendships on.
It wasn't so bad last year. They were all open with each other (Excepting me, who never told the truth in it's entirety apart form to one person, who knows just how useful she was in keeping me from exploding. She agreed not to tell anyone, so she's the only person who I do yell at and let steam loose on... she's also ill at the moment) and so all these nasty little secrets that mean next to nothing if you actually think about it have just chipped away at all their friendships.
Their actions, which could be explained off before or talked about, are all discussed with me in secret, and I have to try and manipulate entire conversations to get someone to answer a simple question without revealing that I knew of the answer beforehand (because otherwise it looks dodgy, and the trust which things like the confidentiality thing, that they like to have to keep what they're saying private, rely on.) so that I can find out the reason behind that answer.
It's just too much effort.
So tell me, without any specifics, what the bloody hell would you suggest I do?
Do I just collapse the pile of cards and stop sitting on enough secrets and hidden feelings to create an entirely new person? Do I sit on them and slowly let them out one or two at a time or do I just sit on them forever?
Or are you just going to say that you don't know enough and that the days been fairly awful and that I should live with it?
Teenagers... why does everyone but me have stupid hormones that make them do stupid things?