Post by icefang on Apr 29, 2006 20:07:46 GMT -5
Ok, here’s what happened and OMG I don’t know what to do… just read!
(and if you haven’t already noticed, I’m a freak about not putting my name or anyone else’s on the internet without their permission, so all names have been changed)
*Yesterday*
We were in the library, I was sitting with my friend/project partner Blaire. Eric and Sean are sitting across from us. They’re partners and our friends.
“You know what, only girls wear clothes,” Sean says out of the blue.
“So boys are supposed to walk around naked?” I ask. Blaire and Eric laugh.
“No that’s not what I meant,” Sean says hastily.
“You meant that girls are the only people who care about their appearance,” I finished for him.
“Yeah!” he agrees. “They’re the only ones who care about clothes and hair and make up and stuff… boys don’t.”
I’m stumped as to why he said this. “That’s really hypocritical,” I say, raising an eyebrow. “Not all girls care about their looks, and lots of guys do too.”
“You don’t understand…” he begins.
“What’s not to understand?” I cut him off. I’m mad at him now because he’s such a hypocrite, but I say something funny to lighten the situation.
Eventually we get on the subject of instruments. Sean proceeds to tell me that since trumpet is the best liked instrument in the world and clarinet is only the third best liked (statistics I’m sure he made up) that I should play trumpet. I didn’t think he saw me as one to fill the stereotypes, so I’m seriously bothered right now.
“Just because clarinet is not the best liked instrument in the world doesn’t mean I can’t like it,” I say, slightly offended. “What’s with you today?”
“You’re taking this all wrong!” he says. “Whatever.”
*later, in the hallway with Blaire*
“Oh, I am so mad at Sean right now,” I say, fumed.
“Why?” Blaire asks.
“Did you not hear him in there, he was being a such a hypocrite!” I steam. “You know I don’t like hypocrisy…”
“What are you going to do?” she asks.
“Nothing,” I reply. “He has to make me feel better.”
“How?” she asks.
“Not by saying sorry,” I say. “He has to make me believe that he didn’t mean that stuff, or at least not make me mad again until I’m over it.”
*Today*
I’m sitting watching a scary movie marathon when the phone rings. I pick it up.
Me: Hello?
Sean: Hi, Les, it’s Sean.
Me: Hi… *is confused*
Sean: Do you want to see RV with me this weekend?
Me: *thinks* Oh God, no… *says* What are you saying?
Sean: Like… you know…
Me: No, I don’t know.
Sean: Like a date…?
Me: You’re asking me out? [wow, now that I think of it, I must’ve been scaring the poor guy]
Sean: YES
Me: … … …
Sean: Leslie?
Me: Sean, I like you, but I think we’re better as friends.
Sean: … … …
Me: Hello?
Sean: Is this because of Eric?
Me: Is what because of Eric?
Sean: You saying no! Is it because you like Eric better?!
Me: No, it’s not that at all!
Sean: *hangs up*
WHAT DO I DO?..... Sean is my best best best guy friend, I’ve known him forever, and I don’t want to lose him as a friend, but truthfully, I like Eric better and I don’t know what to DO!!!!!! I think I’m going to be sick, I do not want to go to school Monday…
(and if you haven’t already noticed, I’m a freak about not putting my name or anyone else’s on the internet without their permission, so all names have been changed)
*Yesterday*
We were in the library, I was sitting with my friend/project partner Blaire. Eric and Sean are sitting across from us. They’re partners and our friends.
“You know what, only girls wear clothes,” Sean says out of the blue.
“So boys are supposed to walk around naked?” I ask. Blaire and Eric laugh.
“No that’s not what I meant,” Sean says hastily.
“You meant that girls are the only people who care about their appearance,” I finished for him.
“Yeah!” he agrees. “They’re the only ones who care about clothes and hair and make up and stuff… boys don’t.”
I’m stumped as to why he said this. “That’s really hypocritical,” I say, raising an eyebrow. “Not all girls care about their looks, and lots of guys do too.”
“You don’t understand…” he begins.
“What’s not to understand?” I cut him off. I’m mad at him now because he’s such a hypocrite, but I say something funny to lighten the situation.
Eventually we get on the subject of instruments. Sean proceeds to tell me that since trumpet is the best liked instrument in the world and clarinet is only the third best liked (statistics I’m sure he made up) that I should play trumpet. I didn’t think he saw me as one to fill the stereotypes, so I’m seriously bothered right now.
“Just because clarinet is not the best liked instrument in the world doesn’t mean I can’t like it,” I say, slightly offended. “What’s with you today?”
“You’re taking this all wrong!” he says. “Whatever.”
*later, in the hallway with Blaire*
“Oh, I am so mad at Sean right now,” I say, fumed.
“Why?” Blaire asks.
“Did you not hear him in there, he was being a such a hypocrite!” I steam. “You know I don’t like hypocrisy…”
“What are you going to do?” she asks.
“Nothing,” I reply. “He has to make me feel better.”
“How?” she asks.
“Not by saying sorry,” I say. “He has to make me believe that he didn’t mean that stuff, or at least not make me mad again until I’m over it.”
*Today*
I’m sitting watching a scary movie marathon when the phone rings. I pick it up.
Me: Hello?
Sean: Hi, Les, it’s Sean.
Me: Hi… *is confused*
Sean: Do you want to see RV with me this weekend?
Me: *thinks* Oh God, no… *says* What are you saying?
Sean: Like… you know…
Me: No, I don’t know.
Sean: Like a date…?
Me: You’re asking me out? [wow, now that I think of it, I must’ve been scaring the poor guy]
Sean: YES
Me: … … …
Sean: Leslie?
Me: Sean, I like you, but I think we’re better as friends.
Sean: … … …
Me: Hello?
Sean: Is this because of Eric?
Me: Is what because of Eric?
Sean: You saying no! Is it because you like Eric better?!
Me: No, it’s not that at all!
Sean: *hangs up*
WHAT DO I DO?..... Sean is my best best best guy friend, I’ve known him forever, and I don’t want to lose him as a friend, but truthfully, I like Eric better and I don’t know what to DO!!!!!! I think I’m going to be sick, I do not want to go to school Monday…
