Three’s company, Four’s a crowd
You know that feeling? That feeling that everyone hates you?
Hi, I am an owner of that feeling. They say that the high school years are the best of your life, and I will admit, a couple of those years were fantastic. That is until girls mistook conceitedness for maturity. When one person is singled out as weak and a target, it’s almost as if it’s tattooed on their forehead for eternity. My forehead seems to have been retouched and stained to perfection to portray the most perfect deployment in social heirachy. Everywhere I go, it starts and ends the same. I meet perfect friends, a group is formed, I act myself, normal, then slowly personal jokes are formed that I’m not quite a part of so I sit back and act happy. The practiced painted smile on my face could fool God himself - if there ever was one. I begin to lose touch with those people, our conversations lack in depth and importance and soon enough, there is no conversation to be had, just mindless small talk that is already performed persistently with the acquaintances we have acquired. There’s the phase where they act like everything is how it always was, then it moves onto the phase where they simply just don’t know what to say, as if they’re guilty for something but not yet ready to confess. Next is the stage where you become invisible; they make plans excluding you but their words are the back of their hands flying toward your face in full force and when they walk away, they wouldn’t even notice if you followed behind them or not. They’re now a clique. When a group disowns a person, it takes someone extremely courageous to take them on board. When a group disowns a person, they become a plague, a burden to others who know them. But nobody cares. Nobody stops to ask why they look like they’re on the verge of tears every second of every minute of every hour of every day. But because it’s a constant circle, there’s nothing that will change it. There’s nothing you can do.
That’s the feeling. That’s what we live through.
