except for the online experience of a music forum attended from 2007 to 2012 where i became at some point the right-hand man of the admin until he turned out to become the worst person i've ever dealt with (at least, never met in person)... not surrounded by fake friends since a very long time, because of way too many traumas already in elementary, junior high and high school early years, even if HS it wasn't about people from the same institute.
The final straw for me was the terrible summer of 2001... immediately after i finished year 1 of high school i was weirdly optimistic, especially about "i'm gonna play PSX all season long, yeah"... and the PSX stopped working on day one because it suddenly refused to make cds run, and had no money to repair it. Even if i still used it here and there mostly for Crash Bash and Spyro 3, it was always a borrowed console that my few real friends brought for me when needed.
So... things fell apart every day when i couldn't play those games, especially after one afternoon in which my main three best friends came visiting me and complained about "we need a larger group of friends, play football / soccer at that court into the athletics ring field, go beyond this town using our scooter to flirt with more girls, find a hanging out staple place where we all meet each other and plan events, where we can also hide the beers because we're still underage..."
And thus, it sadly happened, almost all of that. The group became way too large, including some former bullies from junior high days plus people already met at the train stop for the respective high schools in the close bigger city (and seemed almost all unlikable too to begin with), and anyway most of the activities were just playing football / soccer at the place mentioned before by trespassing if the caretaker in possess of the keys was impossible to contact on phone... i hated to join (and hate that sport too) but at the same time i felt like a hostage of fear of missing out or losing the few real friends even if they weren't as friendly anymore sometimes. Immediately, when i began complaining it wasn't fun to go through all of this, guilt-tripping was ready to attack, some of those douchebags even got in possess of my private number and made prank phone calls pretending to be girls attracted to me (YEAH, SURE, SO BELIEVABLE), and even if i called them names and angrily ended the conversation, i couldn't find the force to quit. My mother noticed how unhappy and miserable i was because of all this story, and correctly commented at some point: "don't you have your own personality?"... but this was also when she was completely a different person from now, even if i passed my first year of high school with only good grades except for maths, she was over-obsessed by my academics and especially just that subject, and even ordered me once a curfew hour to return home and study it, so... lose-lose situation, once again, as if i wasn't used to those from before way too goddamn much at 15 years old already. Can't actually remember now if i returned home and only pretended to study or straight up decided to disobey the deadline hour because it was hard to decide what was the lesser evil. By the way, for HS maths i always kept a average score of 3,5/10 and then 2/10 starting midway through the third year until graduation, and don't feel sorry for it in the slightest. Unsurprisingly, it turned out to be all useless stuff as i correctly predicted back then.
Returning in topic... i wasn't even considered "the friend nobody likes" or possibly even a person, i was just a tool, a stand-in to make those sport matches with even-numbered teams instead of odd figures. Of course, i was never actually invited to "meet-up with girls" attempts outside of our town, both because i didn't own a scooter like most of the boys and couldn't even afford it, and obviously or especially because my mere presence was considered a burden and a attack to the group's reputation. It gets "better"... one of those idiots one day punched me from behind at a local valley fest (happening almost all summer long at every weekend) and when i angrily turned my back he suddenly put an innocent act, with the support of others. i returned home, began ignoring phone calls and texts for going out more even if it was my best friend sending them, and FINALLY a friday evening at the end of august i decided once and for all to contact one of my other best friends and inform them i was out of "everything". By the time we returned to school two or three weeks later, the "big" group was already probably disbanded and reduced divided to the previous smaller ones because of big egos clashing and poor chemistry that never existed to begin with. Hell, i had almost no one to socialize with between my classmates too, i still wasn't happy about lessons resuming, and still it felt a relief returning there compared to that summer disaster where everything went wrong. |