The fact
that I’m doing this a week late, and have restarted three times before writing
this is some indirect characterization for you.
I don’t even know where to start to describe myself. There are so many
different ways people perceive me.
He sat
there in the middle of the room wondering what the heck everyone thought of
him. He looked around the room and wondered if everyone else was thinking the
same thing. There were groups of people he thought were talking a little loud
as if to try to say “Yeah that’s right I have friends” and it just seemed fake.
“I’d much rather sit here by myself than be like them,” he thought. It’s the
first day and he could feel everyone judging each other and realized he was
doing the same. He thought how what he is seeing isn’t who any of these people
really are. No one would know that he was a wrestler, or that he was actually
smart, or that he was extremely competitive, or that he was even just an
interesting person in any way. He knew he could probably find something to talk
about with every person in the room from the nerdiest nerd to the “coolest”
jock, but everyone was too busy judging each other to take that first step to
start a conversation, and he hated it but yet he did nothing about it. He hated
how no one was getting to know each other but yet he wasn’t making an effort to
get to know anyone. He thought about all his friends he had back in high school
and how easily he could talk to anyone because we had all spent so much time
together. He reassured himself that eventually things would get less awkward.
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