Okay Pianostreet, I have a rant for you. I'd write it in the style of rachmaninoff_forever, but nah, I don't feel like it. I apologize in advance for the lacking cohesiveness, and that the following text might not even be able to form a comprehensible idea. But here goes.
Disclaimer: I am not responsible for your disgust should you choose to read these thoughts from a naive kid.
I'm homesick because I've been in Canada for about two weeks now, "on vacation", by which I mean a family visit to our relatives, who I cannot ever make conversation with, because of both cultural and language barriers. So without a piano, I am hopelessly bored beyond my belief.
I have the feeling that I'm beginning to hate everyone. I'm not antisocial, even though I have awkward social tendencies. I *** hate it (pardon my French) when people call me antisocial. For the love of [something], I am an introvert. I am not shy. I am not unable to interact with people like a normal person. I am reserved. Or maybe people can't get the freaking idea that I JUST DON'T WANT TO TALK TO THEM. Do I have to strike up conversation with every acquaintance and act all chummy with them, to be normal? Yeah, I don't have many friends, but they're good friends of mine. I'm very happy with my life. I don't go out often; I spend most of my time on schoolwork and doing what I love, and that's enough. No one has to tell me to change my behavior (maybe my attitude, but that's a different story. Will it really matter in the real world, the professional world? We're not going to have the liberty of being so socially active as adults. Sorry about that digression; something else was on my mind. My spoiled teenage cousin just pisses me off so much (again, please pardon my French).
But since I'm already on this idea, I might as well continue on. I am so glad that this school year is done. I couldn't stand my pretentious English class anymore. I swear, if I had to endure one more week with them, I would have gouged my eyeballs out. I know it's only one class, but they're just so annoying. People as a whole treat me fine. My friends treat me fine. They know how I am, and have accepted and gotten used to it. But my classmates, man, they treat me as if I were mentally handicapped. I rarely talk in that class; correction: most people rarely hear me talk in that class. Because of that, and that I have a somewhat-less-than-moderate stutter, I am not respected. Once I swear I saw someone roll their eyes when I was giving a presentation. Working in groups is even worse. A month ago, I had to practice this script with my group, and I asked them to excuse my stutter. So after a few takes, the most recent one being actually successful, a girl said "good job" to me. Maybe she was being sincere, but I doubt it. She didn't even look me in the eyes. What the hell, pregnant dog? Sorry for being such a burden on you? I'm normal. Hell, even better (now don't get cocky, perprocrastinate). This is actually the more advanced variant of standard 11th grade English. How did I even make it in this class if I was "special"? All I'm asking for is the remotest amount of respect.
Now that I've deviated so far from what I intended to talk about in the first place, I might as well stop here. Typing on a touch screen tablet is a pain in the behind. Aforementioned, this rant probably doesn't make a whole lot of sense, partially because I know I don't gather my thoughts well, resulting in the audience's misconception or misperception, but, eh. I guess I feel better to have released some frustration.
EDIT: Did I say that I hated everyone? Maybe not everyone. I still love you guys. <3
Except for the89thkey. He can suck my balls. (that was a South Park reference, for those of you who might take offense to that. If you take offense to the fact that I watch that drivel, then boo hoo)