Do you know how hard it is to communicate with people in this town!?
There are soooo many different types of people in Old Forge that you'd have to stay your entire life to figure out about each of the characters that wander this place. I wouldn't suggest that either since most of them are all insane! Well hey, some people enjoy that.
I have lived in Old Forge for my entire life and I have yet to find someone who is even close to being like me other than my group of friends and even within that we are all crazy. I sometimes like to think we are the misfits who were thrown out of the other groups or denied the chance in so we came together and formed a giant group of nut-crackers.
Just try that though. Imagine it in your mind. Trying to speak to someone who looks at you like you have four heads. I feel like the only way to communicate with people is by yelling, chewing gum loudly, and flipping my hair every two seconds, or by keeping my moth shut all together. I am not a quiet person either! Ask anyone who is around me. Turn some music on and your house will be trashed and a lamp shade will be missing in a matter of seconds.
Plus being a senior doesn't help.
For years I had waiting for this year to come and our class could come together and be family. I wanted to laugh with everyone and get to know everyone personally but it seems like senior year brought out many different people who had been wearing some sort of I'm-a-nice-person mask and finally the mask came off and SURPRISE! A wild @$$-hat appears.
Here, take this example.
I would never say that I was BULLIED throughout elementary and high school because if someone would pick on me I wouldn't just stand there and let it happen. If I feel like someone is being a jerk you can bet your sweet tush I'll be the first person standing up with my fists clenched. There was never a time where I sat and let someone belittle me and I guess you can say that had made the entire situation worse. They would see me yell back and they would laugh. Funny...
I would sit in my room and day dream about a time when I would walk across the stage and read a book-long poem about the people who locked in a bathroom stall and beat my legs with sticks from recess. Funny.
Even this year. Something happening in class bothered me and went on for ten minutes. I say stop and everyone laughs. Funny. It's funny.
I'm a funny person. I like laughing. Did I miss the joke? Really, tell me why it's funny! You're going to legally be an adult in a few months and you still find throwing stuff at people funny? College is going to lay you out and whip you like a horse if you go in Freshman year with the idea that people will laugh with you then. So go ahead and get together and do your bickering now and I'll get my saddle ready.
---woah, was I holding that in?
I've done my time of trying to fit it.
I've tried the duck faces.... that didn't work.
I've tried the bathroom mirror pics.... not there yet.
And I even tried to fit in with "normal" people but somehow got this and loved it all the same.
So, I guess through all of the years I've had trouble with the miscommunications I found some people to miscommunicate with and I'm okay with that.
