This Is A Rant
Well, it's been a while. As in I think I've logged in to LJ maybe once or twice in the past year or so. I've moved to Tumblr and, to be honest, I'm only writing this so that I can rant somewhere that the people who I see on a daily basis and who follow me on tumblr don't read it. It's a lot easier for me to talk about myself to people here.
I've already talked about how I was assaulted when I was fourteen. That's the biggest factor in the "Why Am I So Screwed Up" section of the game show that is my life. "I'll take Date Rape for 400, Alex!"
I haven't really talked about some other stuff.
When I was a kid- about ten, eleven- we had a guy who lived down the street from us. He was a young guy, kinda weird. Sort of reclusive. He was called Larry. Larry had lived with his mom, but she had died a few years before and he was on his own. I think he did yard work and odd jobs, stuff like that.
We have this big woods behind my house, and I used to go play back there all the time. If my little brother had a friend over and was going to be in the house or the front yard, I'd go into the woods and spend the afternoon there, exploring and shit. I got a lot of poison ivy that way.
Anyway, one time I went into the woods by myself and I wasn't in a great mood so I just walked and walked and walked until I ended up in a part I didn't really recognize. So I was sort of turned around and trying to figure out what direction I had come in when suddenly I climbed over a hill and there's Larry, sitting on a rock. He was staring at a bird in a tree and he didn't even notice I was there until I scared the bird away by stepping on a branch.
In retrospect, I think he was probably a bit autistic. He kind of acted that way. At the very least he had mild Asperger's, I'd put money on it.
He was kind of pissed for a minute but then we started talking. I don't remember what we talked about. All kinds of stuff. We ended up really hitting it off. When it started to get late he showed me how to get home.
We ended up hanging out in the woods a lot after that. He was funny, and nice, even though he was weird. I think he was a pretty lonely guy. I had heard one of my other neighbors talking to my mom and say that he made her nervous. She said she wouldn't let him near her kids with a fifty-foot pole. I didn't tell Larry that she said that, because it probably would have upset him.
We kept meeting and talking for most of the summer. Then, a week before school started again, when I went to meet him in the woods he was crying. It scared me, because hey, I was an eleven year-old girl, in my world crying was a thing 20-something year-old men just didn't do. When I asked him what was wrong he hugged me and wouldn't let me go. When he finally did he just stared at me for a long time. I thought he was going to kiss me. Then he stood up and walked away without saying a word.
He was dead a week later. Carbon monoxide leak at his house. He left the gas on or something and died in the middle of the night.
I think about it, sometimes. I miss him.
I've already talked about how I was assaulted when I was fourteen. That's the biggest factor in the "Why Am I So Screwed Up" section of the game show that is my life. "I'll take Date Rape for 400, Alex!"
I haven't really talked about some other stuff.
When I was a kid- about ten, eleven- we had a guy who lived down the street from us. He was a young guy, kinda weird. Sort of reclusive. He was called Larry. Larry had lived with his mom, but she had died a few years before and he was on his own. I think he did yard work and odd jobs, stuff like that.
We have this big woods behind my house, and I used to go play back there all the time. If my little brother had a friend over and was going to be in the house or the front yard, I'd go into the woods and spend the afternoon there, exploring and shit. I got a lot of poison ivy that way.
Anyway, one time I went into the woods by myself and I wasn't in a great mood so I just walked and walked and walked until I ended up in a part I didn't really recognize. So I was sort of turned around and trying to figure out what direction I had come in when suddenly I climbed over a hill and there's Larry, sitting on a rock. He was staring at a bird in a tree and he didn't even notice I was there until I scared the bird away by stepping on a branch.
In retrospect, I think he was probably a bit autistic. He kind of acted that way. At the very least he had mild Asperger's, I'd put money on it.
He was kind of pissed for a minute but then we started talking. I don't remember what we talked about. All kinds of stuff. We ended up really hitting it off. When it started to get late he showed me how to get home.
We ended up hanging out in the woods a lot after that. He was funny, and nice, even though he was weird. I think he was a pretty lonely guy. I had heard one of my other neighbors talking to my mom and say that he made her nervous. She said she wouldn't let him near her kids with a fifty-foot pole. I didn't tell Larry that she said that, because it probably would have upset him.
We kept meeting and talking for most of the summer. Then, a week before school started again, when I went to meet him in the woods he was crying. It scared me, because hey, I was an eleven year-old girl, in my world crying was a thing 20-something year-old men just didn't do. When I asked him what was wrong he hugged me and wouldn't let me go. When he finally did he just stared at me for a long time. I thought he was going to kiss me. Then he stood up and walked away without saying a word.
He was dead a week later. Carbon monoxide leak at his house. He left the gas on or something and died in the middle of the night.
I think about it, sometimes. I miss him.