Since I forgot to post yesterday, I guess you guys deserve something more personal. Here’s something for you guys. Also, writing this helped find out what killed my cat.
For some reason, there’s an image and a date in my mind. THe date, October 3, 2014. The image, my two best friends (guy and girl, mind you) making out.
Let me put this in a sort of timeline.
October 2, a sunny thursday.
I arrive and a bunch of my classmates are discussing the teaching methods of one of our teachers. Two of our classmates wandered off for about two hours. Two neverending hours.
I knew something was up, but I played it cool, while screaming profanities at eveything and everyone who bothered me.
I woke up the following saturday, angry at them, willing to tear that romance apart. And then I saw the image above. I don’t think it to be an understatement to say this image saved my life. I immediately became calm.
I heroically held my ground the next monday, to test the waters. Tuesday, I told them “tomorrow I want to talk to the both of you”. Wednesday. The three of us talked, in a civilized way, about what the hell was going on there. I found out I was right, I punched a concrete wall (my standard anger resolution) and said, and meant, that I would help in any way I could.
A few days later, I find myself waiting for them. I don’t recall waiting for them that long, but when I look to my right, I see them kissing. But the position they were in, hand placement and such, has been mimicked by a few images I find in my fandoms. I’m willing to blame inexperience on that.
The fact is, ever since that moment, that images has been seared into my brain. I don’t mind that they’re dating, I mind that, one day, in the very near future (I’m an optimist), I get a girlfriend and that image haunts me so bad that I jeopardize the whole thing.
About my cat, well, it’d be to complicated for me to tell you.