Hey, I'm Christopher, I live in here. The mind I mean, is it great? Not a chance, constantly second guessing myself. Only catching half of conversations, interrupting because I'm just waiting to talk and not contribute. Nervous wreck, anxious, and shy.
Maybe it's because I'm a giant kid, taller than everyone else in class. Maybe it's because I really am just extremely sensitive to criticism or advice or any conversing. Is it because I wear second hand me downs that went through both of my older brothers before I get to wear the worn out, out of style clothing. Maybe its cause I'm the middle child or maybe because my alcoholic father raised me and my 3 brothers alone. A house full of alphas and I'm just really trying to exist, while still wondering why I can't read minds like everyone else does. Or how they communicate telepathically, and hide the fact from me. Treat me like an outcast cause I'm incapable of doing it. And the worse part is they hide it from me. I'm not stupid, I'm just quite.
I'm 12, where I live sucks ass, I don't fit in with anybody. The population is 600 a rural community up North in Ontario Canada.
All I know to do is play video games, my dad got me a guitar it's a cheap POS. But it's good enough, my dad is the best. I don't mean that in any condescending manor, the guy is great. We all have problems you know. He drinks, I drink just not yet. Pot is my thing for now.
I get high and go to class, there's this girl Sara. She's a bit taller than most girls at school, but I am a tall mother fucker myself. She's a popular chick, really hot. A perfect body, slim but toned, and a tight little ass I'd definetly not even give a second thought about burying my face in.
But I'm a weirdo, I wear Misfits t-shirts and have headphones in to avoid conversations. And she sits next to me in math class. I fantasize about her, she gives me rotten looks and calls me a burn out. I don't respond because I'm such a fucking pussy, and I can't read whether to respond comically or defensively. So I just ignore her, fuck my fucking brain.
She looks at me, tells me to "smarten up. You just sit there like a potato, and burn out." I am a potato, my mind is mush compared to all of yours. And you all fucking know it, but nobody tells me about it. Maybe I'm an experiment, or an alien, or I'm just a product of unresponsive evolutionary traits. It's quite the ruse to have everyone in existence pull the wool over my eyes about it. But what would I know I'm a potato.