What I learned from graduation

This past weekend was my high school graduation. As the title suggests, I learned some things.

First off, the cap and gown are stupid and terrible. Mine were purple. The gown is huge and makes everyone look flat chested. even girls are that are definitely not flat chested. I paid $20 to look like an idiot in a hat that wouldn't even stay on my head. That was just to rent it. I couldn't even keep it (not that I'd want to). I have a theory about it. Whoever made graduation caps and gowns wanted to humiliate us on one of the most important days of our lives. Maybe they wanted us to laugh at each other instead of cry. Maybe they didn't graduate and are angry. Who knows?

Something else that I learned, but kind of always knew, was that I am a loser. I have always been an introvert. People are lucky if I so much as say "Hi." I quite literally never speak. If you don't talk to people, they don't think that you like them, and therefore are not your friend.

I went an entire semester eating by myself at lunch because no one wanted to sit by me. But I've been like this my whole life, so I thought I was used to it. There were a couple of people. My family called them my "friends." but we weren't really friends. I thought they liked me, but they tolerated my presence if I wanted to stand by them. They never even attempted to initiate a conversation with me. I figured it was because they figured I wouldn't say much. Sometimes, though, people would actually talk to me. Usually just to ask for help on homework.

A couple of weeks before my graduation party, I handed out invitations to my "friends" and people who talked to me. I handed out about 20 and sent about 75 invites on facebook. I was thinking that the people who I thought were my friends would come and maybe a few of the other people would at least stop by.

But I was wrong.

Out of almost 100 people who got invites, three people showed up.
Three.
And none of them stayed for more than 10 minutes.
And one of them was a friends of a friend of a "friend." She came longer than my so-called friends.

I always knew I didn't have many friends. But I thought I at least had one friend. Not people that only allowed me to stand by them. I thought they cared about me.

Guess I was wrong.






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