get a life

I ended up hanging out with a cruel gang. That I-am-so-much-cooler-than-you type. The type that would smile at you, but turn around and trip you the moment you have shown them your back. The kind of people who would spit in your face because they have realized it’s too much of an effort to turn their head to the side and spit on the ground. The ones who would tape you to the toilet, snap a picture of you and post it on the school website…

Just because it’s fun.

And when that happens, what options do you have. Fight back? Yes…if you’re an idiot. But you’re not, so you quickly do the math.

You’re all alone.

You can’t run to mommy because then you’d be a crybaby. You can’t tell your best friend because (oh right!) you don’t have one. You can’t even complain to the ice-cream scooper because he’d rather slam the door in your face than risk being seen near a wuss.

There’s just no point. And you secretly know it, even though you can’t get over how unfair life is. You can only hope that the everything-comes-back-around-and-kicks-you-in-the-ass saying will do you some good in the future. But you never know.

For now, you can only keep your eyes on the ground and let the big boys roll. And when they tell you you suck, you suck; when they show you the “No Dogs Allowed” sign in the park, you get off your butt and leave, and when they try to spit in your face again, you first show them the finger...and run.