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Resident Enginerd
I wasn't terribly popular, but I was very well respected. I didn't realize it until I was elected Junior & Senior class President.
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I was overweight, gay, a prefect, top-scorer and I volunteered in the library.
You do the math.
Yay pity party! This is the story of my life.When I finished reading this, I actually said "wow..." out loud, because I can relate so much to that.
I did belong to a 'clique' in high school - but within that group, they all liked each other more than they liked me, and I was always forgotten and left out.
I'm usually not one for confrontation, unless it's absolutely necessary (and even then I'll try to be as respectful as I can), and I was generally nice to everyone, or found some way to relate to them if they spoke to me. So nobody really had a negative opinion of me, but they didn't like me enough to invite me out with them. Nobody really knew me, I was more of the "who? Andy? ... oh yeah, he's pretty cool" guy. Deep down, I think where ever I go, I'll always be that guy.
People had no issue speaking with me when I was around, but when out of sight, out of mind. I can't count the amount of times I would be sitting with my friends on Monday morning, listening to them reminiscing about the weekend past. Quietly pondering the notion that not once did they take a second to even think about the fact that they forgot to invite me out with them.
I wasn't really a loner, but I sure felt like one. I had people around me that would say they were my friends if asked, but I guess looking back, they never really acted like it.
I guess I'll go with 'minimally popular', then.
Yay pity party! This is the story of my life.
A few days ago a bunch of "friends" drove up to Portland to see a concert. I was supposed to go with them, but they forgot to pick me up. It wasn't until they got there, realized they had an extra ticket, and thought about who it was for that they realized that they were missing me (I tried to call/text them but nobody answered, I guess they were too busy having fun)
Eh... some days I feel better than others. I really need to get a boyfriend, maybe then I'd feel like there was someone that liked me best.![]()

You're Neville Longbottom? Can you get me Hermione's autograph?
I wonder if gays over represent in being loners?
