Well once again, I'm going to remind I don't intend on this to be realistic... Well, that's not the word I'm looking for. Whatever. I know this isn't accurate? Or true, I guess. I prefer to create my own scenario instead of actually searching and searching on the internet for hours to figure out the truth. Anyways, I know you could care less about me ranting on and on. And I assume most of you skip right over this. But oh well, I'm still typing it. Anyways, I'm going to start on the story now.
You know, I've always been interested in behaviors: mental illnesses, disorders, bullying... The list goes on and on. I remember being in 7th grade and spending hours on the computer at the local library. What I was searching? Bullying. Nothing in particular about bullying. I wanted to know everything there was to know. I don't remember ever finding anything that helped me fix my situation at school. But at least I knew a bully's thought process.
Insecurities.
That one word has thousands yet only one meaning. That one word says it all. I mean, what is there to say? For the most part, you can two ways. You can either take it as flaws or beautiful imperfections. I don't understand why flaws are so bad. Everyone has them. And everyone knows this. I have many flaws, and yes I know. I'm proud of my imperfections. But I'm getting a little sidetracked.
My insecurities got me thinking. To embrace or hide them? At the time, I chose to hide them. I mean, everyone else did..and to be normal I had to do what everyone else done. But by the time I got to high school, I realized changing yourself for others is always unsatisfying and too time consuming.
So I simply said, "fuck it." I'm Jeremy and I'll be Jeremy. I think that decision was for the best but it did not make school any easier...