- Joined
- Jul 28, 2014
There's a guy I know from my school. Since day one, the guy was just a cesspool of shitty random-access humor and pop-culture references. The guy is also a huge fanatic of Minecraft and Slender. He has shirts, hats, draws shitty art of the characters and mobs, and never, EVER, stops talking about it. What's really funny is how one time, a few guys were mocking him for talking about Minecraft so much, he tried to be badass by calling them out as a bunch COD players when in reality, they frequently played Minecraft themselves, They just find him really annoying.
It's also kinda sad how he attempts to impress everybody. This one time, we were reading Julius Caesar. My friends always got me to play a character because I love to be overly-dramatic when reading a story out loud, especially Shakespeare. Anytime I was picked, he would immediately volunteer for the next character and try to emulate (terribly) my acting. It was especially funny since I was playing Brutus and he was Caesar, and somehow he didn't know Caesar dies in the middle of the play.
I always cringe when I see him. Because, honestly, he reminds me of me in my middle school days. I kept denying that there was a reason for why I was being picked on and believed I was too perfect to be bullied until I realized I needed to shape up, learn to not act like a fucking idiot, and learn that I'm not some sort of superstar. It worries me a little because I don't see him changing anytime soon
It's also kinda sad how he attempts to impress everybody. This one time, we were reading Julius Caesar. My friends always got me to play a character because I love to be overly-dramatic when reading a story out loud, especially Shakespeare. Anytime I was picked, he would immediately volunteer for the next character and try to emulate (terribly) my acting. It was especially funny since I was playing Brutus and he was Caesar, and somehow he didn't know Caesar dies in the middle of the play.
I always cringe when I see him. Because, honestly, he reminds me of me in my middle school days. I kept denying that there was a reason for why I was being picked on and believed I was too perfect to be bullied until I realized I needed to shape up, learn to not act like a fucking idiot, and learn that I'm not some sort of superstar. It worries me a little because I don't see him changing anytime soon