Monday, 14 February 2011

A lovely story somebody wrote about me.

Somebody on tumblr wrote a story about me in their class for English and I think it was lovely. This is what they said.

"WELL, ITS NOT TOTALLY DONE, OBVIOUSLY, BUT THIS IS THE CREATIVE WRITING PROJECT I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT.
ITS OBVIOUSLY A *BIT* FICTIONAL.
ANTHONY, DONT HURT ME."


SHE BROKE MY HEART AGAIN. DAMN PRETTY GIRLS THINK ALL THEY NEED TO DO IS BAT THEIR EYES AND THEY GET AWAY WITH MURDER. WELL TO BE FAIR, IT’S TRUE, BUT THE WAY THEY TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS FACT IS JUST DAMN SADISTIC.

I GUESS INTRODUCTIONS ARE CALLED FOR HERE. MY NAME IS JAKUB. WELL, IT’S NOT MY REAL NAME. IT WAS JUST THE FIRST NAME THAT I COULD THINK OF THAT DOESN'T SOUND TOO CLICHE OR OVER-THOUGHT. WHICH WOULD SORT OF EXPLAIN ME.

IT’S NOT EXACTLY THAT I’M AN AWKWARD PERSON, WELL... I MAY BE. I DON’T KNOW FOR SURE IF I AM OR NOT, IT’S REALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO TELL WHO YOU ARE TO OTHER PEOPLE, AS ITS PURELY BASED ON OPINION. YOU CAN, HOWEVER, TELL WHAT YOU WANT TO BE, WHICH, IN ALMOST EVERY CASE, IS EVERYTHING BUT WHAT YOU ARE. THIS COULD POSE A PROBLEM FOR MOST PEOPLE. BUT THEN AGAIN, I AM BY NO MEANS, “MOST PEOPLE.” THIS IS NOT SAYING THAT I STAND OUT, OR THAT I CAN FLY, OR THAT I’M RICH, OR ANY OTHER SIGNIFICANCE TO MY PHYSICAL LIFE THAT PEOPLE MAY BE ABLE TO SPOT ME OUT IN A CROWD, IT SIMPLY MEANS THAT I AM SORT OF INDIFFERENT, BORED OF THIS TOWN, THE SAME THING DAY AFTER DAY. I LIKE MIXING IT UP A BIT. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK OF ME. EVERYONE HAS A DIFFERENT OPINION, WHY NOT VOICE IT?

I BASICALLY LIVE IN GUAM, THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, CANTON, OHIO. IT’S NOT BY ANY MEANS THAT I DON’T ENJOY AND WORSHIP EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE OF SOLITUDE, DREADFUL INTERNET CONNECTION, AND THE INEXPLICABLE TREND TO GO BY YOUR MIDDLE NAME, AND MIDDLE NAME ONLY. I JUST WANT TO... HOW THEY SAY, DROP THE PHONE, TAKE A TRAIN, GET A TAN, FALL IN LOVE, AND NEVER COME BACK. THOUGH THERE ARE A SELECT FEW THINGS I WOULD MISS IF I WAS EVER BALLSY ENOUGH TO PROCEED WITH THE AFOREMENTIONED PLOT LINE, SUCH AS SOPHIE.

EVEN JUST HER NAME WARRANTS A CERTAIN SPECIAL TWANG. ONE FILLED WITH SOPHISTICATION, DIGNITY, AND, ABOVE ALL, ELEGANCE. THE WAY I AM SAYING THIS MAKES HER SOUND LIKE A FILTHY RICH DAUGHTER-OF-A-PRINCESS SORT. THIS, HOWEVER, WOULD BE AN ALL OVER LIE.

WHILE IT WOULD BE NOT EVEN REMOTELY STRETCHING THE TRUTH TO SAY SHE WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, DIVINE, GLIDE-ACROSS-THE-FLOOR TYPE GIRL, WITH PIERCING BLUE EYES, AND THE LIGHTEST, SILKIEST BLONDE HAIR IMAGINABLE, TO MAKE UP, QUITE POSSIBLY, THE CLOSEST THING TO PERFECTION THAT GOD HIMSELF HAS EVER SCULPTED, IT WOULD BE A COMPLETE LIE TO SAY SHE WAS EVER INTO THE WHOLE DATING SCENE.

EXCEPT FOR A FEW DORKY GUYS I TOOK AS COMPUTER REPAIR GUYS AND THE OCCASIONAL STARBUCKS WORKER STOPPING TO SIT DOWN AND CHAT, I NEVER REALLY SAW HER WITH MANY GUYS. SURE, SHE HAD ONE OR TWO SHORT ROMANCES THAT NEVER QUITE GOT OFF THE GROUND BACK IN GRADE SCHOOL, BUT SHE WAS NOW 20 AND NOT EVEN SLIGHTLY INTERESTED IN ANYONE.

UNTIL I FINALLY DECIDED TO TALK TO HER.


WE WERE IN ‘MUSIC APPRECIATION’ CLASS, A COURSE I TOOK PRIMARILY BECAUSE I FIGURED IT WOULD BE A CAKEWALK. HOW HARD COULD IT POSSIBLY BE TO APPRECIATE MUSIC?

VERY HARD.

AT ANY RATE, NOT TO SOUND LIKE A TOTAL CREEP OR ANYTHING, BUT WHENEVER I WAS IN THAT CLASS I COULD NOT HELP BUT GLANCE AT HER EVERY FEW MINUTES. IT WAS QUITE A FEAT NOT TO GET CAUGHT, CONSIDERING SHE SAT 2 ROWS BEHIND ME.

ONE DAY AFTER CLASS, I BELIEVE IT WAS MID-APRIL. ACTUALLY, TO BE PRECISE, IT WAS TUESDAY, APRIL 17 AT 2:08PM, I WALKED UP TO HER, AS SHE WAS DOODLING A MUG OF COFFEE IN HER NOTEBOOK, AND TAPPED HER ON THE SHOULDER. SHE LOOKED UP WITH THOSE HYPNOTIZING EYES IN A SORT OF QUIZZICAL MANNER, AND TRYING TO HOLD BACK FROM GIGGLING AT THE THOUGHT OF TALKING TO A GODDESS, I SAID WITH THE MOST GENUINE SMILE I COULD MUSTER UP, “HEY! I’M--”

BUT THEN SHE CUT ME OFF, “I KNOW YOU, YOU SIT 2 ROWS IN FRONT OF ME!”

I WAS SO RELIEVED TO SEE THAT SHE HAD NOTICED ME BEFORE, THAT I SUDDENLY BLURTED OUT, ÌWHAT ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW? WANNA GO FOR A CUP OF COFFEE INSTEAD OF DRAWING ONE?Î FOLLOWED BY A NERVOUS LAUGH. TO MY SURPRISE, SHE SAID ‘YES’ AND WE WALKED TOGETHER DOWN THE STREET TO THE BEGINNING OF LIFE FOR BOTH OF US.

WHEN ENTERED STARBUCKS, CANTON, SOUTH, TOGETHER FOR THE FIRST TIME, WE WENT UP AND ORDERED, AND THE CASHIER ASKED WHAT HER PLANS WERE FOR THE NIGHT. THEN, SOMETHING AMAZING HAPPENED. SHE HUGGED MY ARM AND SAID “GOING TO MY BOYFRIENDS HOUSE AND HAVING A MOVIE MARATHON. RIGHT, JAKUB?” I WAS STUNNED.

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