or when someone brings something to my attention concerning our hallmark holiday.
this valentine's day, no matter how many teddy bears i saw everywhere, was not going to make me romantically inclined at all. i was only in it for the chocolate, and received none but a pitty hershey's kiss from a friend.
i was gifted not with a stuffed plush, but with a quark of a friend talking to me in gym, and at a lull, he said in a mumbly tone, "will you be my valentine?"
"um" was my only response.
brains can't magically make me good at handling situations involving people crushing on me. frankly, i did terrible in handling it.
though i felt bad for being so unresponsive, i knew he'd get over it. it was only my ass that interested him, and i knew that. no one likes the smart girl as only that; they succumb to their own hypocrisy by paying attention to the more physically attractive facets.
why have someone who memorizes your birthday when you can have an image to publicly fantasize about?
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
