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Master Don Juan
Dear Mr. Dreamx,dreamx said:
I'm glad to hear that people on this forum are inspiring you to live a better life! In my path, I wasn't lucky enough to find sosuave during high school. In high school I was on the Chess team, and I don't think I made more than one friend who I saw outside of class throughout my four years in High School. One friend! I thought I was so alone. I was the chess nerd on the baseball team. I was terrible at baseball, and I was basically everyone's victim on the bench. I wanted so badly to be friends with the cool kids on the team, and they mocked the sh!t out of me, at least I thought so at the time. It will sound funny, but later on I would thank them and every person who ever gave me a hard time in my life, because as a combined whole they have pushed me to become a stronger person. They have forced me to build a core on the inside that was strong and balanced, whereas the core of these so-called popular kids is often so weak and shortsighted. With their help, I have learned not to laugh at myself. I'm not saying I'm better than them now - who is better than who, anyway? I'm just saying they helped me (against my will) where I needed help: taking myself too seriously!
For me, a bad high school experience helped make college fantastic. I still remember standing there just before our graduation, talking to nobody, alone, looking around at all the wonderful people, and gorgeous girls, I had never talked to or gotten to know. I almost cried at how a little bit of effort on my part to talk to these people could have changed four miserable years into a magical experience. I swore that in college this would change.
Like I said, I made one friend in high school. Period. In college I was without a doubt one of the most socially connected people there, I had friends coming out of my pores. Our school was enormous (over 30,000), yet I had friends who never met a person I didn't know, without any exaggeration. Women were basically jumping into my arms and I was too clueless to do anything. I remember one time where I lay, in a bed, alone, talking face to face with a gorgeous girl for over two hours, without ever touching her. Twice with the same girl! Hahahaha! The third time I kissed her. Remember dude, college comes after high school
But in any case, your life is wonderful now, you just don't realize it. It's ok, it takes a lot of work for any of us to appreciate what we have. I assure you that half these popular kids your so jealous of think they should be happy but are miserable and bored. We all feel that way.
Anyway, maybe cut down on the self-pity a bit. You already have an advantage on me in one department. I still don't have the balls to say "will you go out with me" to anyone. Hahaha, and I've got way too many phone numbers to work on right now.
Like someone else said, if I hear you killed yourself, I will have to come to your funeral and beat some sense in to you. Death will take care of taking you at the proper time. What counts now is the life you've been given to live before then.
Izza