12/12/2023
I guess this will be my first think-tank story. I mean it is.
Anyway, I'd like to tell a story about something that happened recently. So, I'll start from the beginning.
In my middle school years, there was this new girl. She was pretty, smart, and thoughtful. She was much better than I thought I could be. At the time, I had liked a boy. He was one of my friends. And despite all my attempts, he didn't like me back the same way I did. The new girl got with the boy I had liked. I was already dealing with an inferiority complex. It was basically a punch in the face, if anyone has experienced that before.
It didn't last long, haha. But we all moved on, and I barely saw her again. High school years came. I wanted to have a change from my middle school years, so I became more open and kind to everyone. A surprising thing had happened. During a Halloween party, which my friend hosted, we were all making confessions. I kid you not, she said she had a crush on me. I couldn't believe it. First I was shocked, and obviously after, I was guilty. I used to treat her with bitterness because of some stupid crush. Why am I like this? I didn't want to get with her, I didn't want her with me, for me to treat her with bitterness again.
She soon gets a boyfriend a while later. And they were quite loving with each other. Everywhere you see one of them, the other isn't far away. They were each other's best friend, and that's good. It's good for your significant other to be your best friend as well. But you know, some things just don't work out.
They broke up after 2 years of dating each other. If that was the end of the story, I would have been happy. Turns out her boyfriend had been contacting another girl, saying "oh you look pretty today" and "do you want to hang out" and all that cal. It was quite obvious he was trying to flirt with her. What a scummy move. I felt really bad. They had been dealing with problems. She had to deal with him, and he had to deal with his father.
In a weird way it made me think: Really no matter who we are, how little or high we see us, we have problems too, no?
And in a weirder way it comforted me.