Well, I’m going to start this post with a story – an autobiography, really – of my life up to today. So bear with me, but this post may be a bit longer than usual.
I was born into a neighborhood with no other kids my own age and, as a result, didn’t have any friends before going into school, so I was very close to my family. Once school started, I thought that it would be this amazing, wonderful place, where I could meet people my own age and finally found a friendship or two! The first few days were as I expected they would be; I didn’t find any friends right off the bat, and most people seemed a bit shy for the first few days of class. Well, after the week had passed, I thought that the kids would open up a tad, since we’ve been seeing each other every day, all day, for the last week. I wasn’t very close, haha.
All around me, I saw groups forming, and friendships growing. People had found others in the class that were like them, and they became good friends. No one had come to me though, and I was alone in class. The teacher noticed this, and saw that I was lonely, and so she tried to help – in her own way – by pairing me up with the kids that she thought I would get along with. When this failed, she didn’t keep trying to help me find friends in school, she just gave up. I tried talking to people, I tried being friendly, but no matter what I did, people seemed terrified of me. It’s like they took one look at me, and had me all figured out as the guy of their worst nightmares… or something.
This didn’t stop in my first year of school, however. Every year I would try again and again, trying to make friends. People would just politely respond to anything I said, and then they would turn away, never paying attention to me again. I felt like I was doing something wrong, that I was somehow scaring people away, so I sat back and watched other people interact with each other. From what I could see, I wasn’t doing anything wrong – I was acting like a kid should be acting at my age! I never gave up though, and I kept trying to make friends throughout my school career.
After third grade, my family moved – not very far, just a couple miles away – to a new area, and a new school district. I thought that this would be the perfect opportunity to make friends, because the people at my old school were the same people, and they already decided that they weren’t going to associate with me. So I started talking to people at my new school, and hoped for the best, although I was given the same results as the years before. No matter what I tried, no matter who I talked to, I was turned away, without a moment’s hesitation. By now, I was feeling pretty bad about myself, like I was just terribly ugly or otherwise repulsive, and I slipped into a depression. I never cut myself or dressed in black, mind you, but somehow everyone knew that I wasn’t in a good mood. My teacher actually asked if I was alright, and if there was anything they could do to help. I told them about my problem, and they tried what my first teacher did, and paired me up with kids they thought I would get along with. Well, this almost seemed to work, we laughed and talked to each other, but after that first day, they simply disappeared from my life. Yet another year, I spent alone.