Untouchable

Chapter 4 - Not Another Overly Friendly Male

  
  
Chapter 4 - Not Another Overly Friendly Male

           

            "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."

           -Edgar Allan Poe

 
  
           I am not a bad person.

           I get good grades, I don't torture animals, and I volunteer at an animal clinic during summers when I'm free.

           I don't even get detentions. Well, okay, maybe I did get one once. But I was in 6th grade then, and this guy came too close to me and started hitting on me. What else was I supposed to do then? Dance Kumbaya? Of course I punched him.

           And I even pray...Well, I sometimes do.

           But I hate bugs, I hate them with a passion. I especially hate spiders and butterflies. Why, you ask? Spiders are just too hairy, they just have too much legs, and too much eyes. Butterflies, on the other hand, are basically just hairy worms with wings. Enough said.

           And I have issues, I know I do, and it isn't even something I deny. Hell, I don't even bother to hide it. People really don't notice it anyway, and even when some do, they usually interpret it as me being just a weirdo.

           I don't have a short temper, I just have an extremely low tolerance and quick reaction to bullshit. I'm not being sarcastic here. No, seriously, this is completely true. My patience can stretch on to forever when I need to learn something.

           A couple of summers ago, I taught myself to play the piano, and let me tell you, that wasn't a walk in the park, no, not at all. You'd have thought it was easy by looking at videos of pianists with their fingers flying over the keys (bunch of show offs, I tell you), but no, it took a long time. It took eons figuring out how to read the blasted notes.

           I was stuck in my room, poring over piano pieces, counting piano keys, sticking letter stickers on the keyboard (yeah, I did that and I had an electric one back then) and listening to the same track a million times over until I was finally able to understand the entire dogma of sharps and flats and all other squiggles found on a piano piece.

           A million hand cramps later (don't judge me, I had to figure out how to position my hands too before I could actually prevent this) I was finally able to play my first song, albeit not perfectly. I learned to play the Für Elise by memory because looking at the piano piece while playing was just too much for me.

           See? I do have patience! I didn't even tear up the piano pieces to shreds, I just threw them around my room a bit, maybe even stomped on them twice, but I didn't rip them.

           But when I have to deal with others who can't even be decent or - Aargh! This is so hard to explain!

           Let me just state it this way.

           I don't like bullies. I don't like people who try so hard to conform to the standards of this messed up society. I especially despise people who have the guts to actually try and force me to conform to the standards of this messed up society. And I sure as hell don't like whiny and over the top people whose main purpose in life is to socialize, date, party, party, get rich, get laid, get drunk, get high, show off (not necessarily in this order).

           This is why I prefer to hang out with just my mom and the twins. Sure, they can be whiny and irritating too, but they know my limits and they respect it.