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inflated self-importance.
2013-01-07 @ 9:39 p.m.
wrote this yesterday, didn't have time to press done. my mom gave boy a keurig for christmas and he is in love with it (i still have mixed feelings). so when little A got home today, we decided we were all going to go to bed bath and beyond to get some more k cups. we pull out and the jackass neighbor from a couple of houses down pulls out at the same time on his motorcycle, and we all head out of our road, to the main road that runs through the development, then took one of the only two roads out of the development onto the main road, and turned to go in the direction that most people go when they want, well ... anything around here. what i'm saying is, you're looking at a setting where there are few available options as to which way to go. so the kid in front of us turns toward target and the grocery stores, and ... so do we, since that's the direction where everything is. he turns onto a thru road in this huge plaza that also takes you by target, and so do we, and i say to boy, "where are you going?" and he says, oh shit. i thought this is where bed bath and beyond was! but i said, no man, that's the big lots. bbb is up the road. so the only other way to leave this complex is on this one road, which you would also take if you were going to any of the number of other stores in this area. so we're still behind the neighbor, because now we're just going back to the main road, and he's like getting visibly upset about it. he keeps stopping at the stop signs and looking back at us and not pulling out. we're like, what is this guy doing!? but finally he turns right and we get to a left-hand turn off for the main road, and go on our way. we get our cups, get home, and there's a knock at the door. it's this kid, and he's like ... why were you following me earlier? and boy is like ... who are you? the kid's like, i'm your neighbor. you were following me earlier. you did all the same turns i did. and boy was like ... yeah, that's pretty much the only way to leave. and the kid was like yeah, but i turned into the target parking lot and you were behind me. and boy was like, dude, are you alright? you a little paranoid or something?? i thought that was where bed bath and beyond was, but it wasn't, so i was driving to the exit. i definitely wasn't following you. so the kid's like, mhm. and leaves. a few hours later my brother calls and asks if we have some kind of problem with the neighbor, because he called him and was very upset. the neighbor told my brother his version of the story (in which we proceeded to follow him much, much further down the most obscure roads possible) and my brother in true brother fashion was like dude, let me just tell you something. i don't know what YOU think might be going on, but it's not. neither of the people who live in that house give a shit about you, trust me. (hahaha!) so the kid was trying to get my brother to give him boy's number so he could call him to ask what was up? and my brother was like, absolutely not man. if you really think he has some problem with you then you should walk over to his house and ask him why he was following you. so that's what he did, which you just heard about. then, he went back home and called my brother and told him that he doesn't believe that boy wasn't following him, and that he (the neighbor) thinks boy was being really weird to him and that there was much more to this. and that he's thinking about just coming over to fight boy if he has some kind of problem. let's stop right here. now, you may be thinking this sounds pretty crazy and like oh no! this kid wants to fight boy. well please, if you were at all alarmed, don't be, because this neighbor is like 18 years old, and boy is a fucking MAN. i mean really, picture a large, fairly muscular 30 year old man vs your average skinny pot-smoking 17-year old. it's a non-issue. and second of all? we live in a respectable middle-class community. no one here fights on the front lawn. where the fuck do you think you are? but furthermore, what the fuck? like is this kid serious? the only thing either of us knows about this kid is that he's super fucking annoying, because he sits in his driveway and revvs the engine of his motorcycle at like 11:30pm in a residential neighborhood. what the hell would either of us want from this guy? so anyway. boy and brother and i laughed and laughed and laughed at how preposterous this whole situation was. we all kind of laughed and agreed that there was nothing quite like being a teenager. genuinely feeling that all eyes were on you! when really, the only person who cares what you're doing is you. yeah, that's right. i remember that part of being a teenager too. i was so worried about what everyone else was thinking about me, and that everyone was noticing everything about me, that i didn't really notice a lot of what was going on with anyone else. so, the end. |