Day 15: A Horrifying Insight into Pre-Teen Matt's Psyche.

[itasianinvasion]

I haven’t seen it yet, but the character of Charlie Bartlett in the aptly titled film “Charlie Bartlett,” is exactly the person I wanted to be in high school when I was in sixth grade.

I played soccer, which is never cool.  I don’t care what soccer-centric movie you’ve watched, if you live in the USA and want to be cool, pick a different sport.*  I

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[shatteredwithin]

I wanted to be the passionate rebel who used various four letter words to break down everyone else, and then piss on their tender entrails, yet use my magniloquent vocabulary and acerbic wit to win over friends and huge-breasted ladies alike, all the while expanding my intelligence and compulsively masturbating with my enormous dong.

One of those happened. I masturbated until I became a eunuch.

The dreams of children do nothing but fuel speed-ball induced hazes and monumental failures that suspiciously smell like a surreptitious affair with an overweight feminist shim midget with a ham hose bigger than mine.

[itasianinvasion]

Joe! Long time, no talk. How's it going?

Our wit, acerbic and razor sharp, did make us popular.

With our enemies.

[not_a_girl]

I remember tromping in freshmen year in my combat boots, believing I could be the rebel girl, cool and counter-cultural, really making people think and joining a group of friends that would help me change the very high school landscape.

Then after one semester I realized my new goal was just to GET OUT AS FAST AS POSSIBLE, as I had turned into a rage-fueled demon-bitch. I'm surprised I never had an aneurysm in high school.

[itasianinvasion]

There's not enough money in the world to make me go back and re-do high school.

Well, if I could go back, knowing what I know now, I might go back.

For a billion dollars and all my experience, I might go back.

Might.

[not_a_girl]

You mean for a billion dollars, with your experience, and with a free face-punching card. Cause oh man. I'd punch some people in the face.

Maybe I'm still a little rage-fueled.

[itasianinvasion]

Yeah, but only an eensy bit.

I think knowing how it'll end, will let a lot roll off my back, and let me spend time with the people who actually mattered.