The Irritation of Weird Talk
Hi guys, I’m still here.” Have you ever felt the need to say that to someone? Everyone has experienced those moments when people decide to talk about you as if you weren’t there anymore.
Several months ago, while experiencing the overwhelming boredom and pain that often comes from riding the bus home after school, two guys decided to strike up a conversation. It began rather normally, though they made no real introductions (few people know proper etiquette anymore, but that is a rant for another time).
Suddenly, I found myself bombarded with random and confusing question such as, “Do you like cows?” and “Do you think I’m fat?” I answered them, wondering if there lie any deeper meaning. The two then started a conversation of their own as if I had disappeared. They spoke a few short, loud lines that weren’t meant for my ears.
I turned away and ignored them, as best as I could, for the rest of the ride, trying to decide if I had heard badly attempted flattery or high school immaturity, leaning towards the latter.
“Hi guys. I’m still here.” No one enjoys those moments. So please, don’t even go there.
