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Oh hey you're back, neat. 

Did you reject them, or did they reject you though? 

Med said: 

I have a habit of rejecting suitors and this comes back to me now. I asked one of my friends in middle school to see who might like me. I rejected one of those guys and when everybody signed my yearbook at the end of sixth grade —and I do mean everybody— and I think he was leaving the school, he just said: “have a nice life.”
Middle school was very hard for me. But imagine if I had let some guy in. 
I pushed myself as hard as most in high school and burned on out early: I was on the swim team, straight As, State spelling bee, intramural sports, girls’ ensemble (a select by audition singing group), musical, ran for treasurer. Where did it goooo? When I was thirteen or fourteen, I had a bad trip, at fourteen lost my virginity, my grandfather died that summer from cancer and I was whiling away the time  hooking up with a guy who lived near the beach house. Those kids I went to my first, middle school with? They went on to Ivy League. They wouldn’t remember me as one of their comrades; I left the school. Is this really a bit about that. And I later turned down a guy for marriage I really want be with. Just had to stick that in there to see if you were paying attention.  I think when I get sick I have a habit of throwing out my yearbooks but I’ll have to see if I find them.

Turncoat said: 

Oh hey you're back, neat. 

Did you reject them, or did they reject you though? 

Med said: 

I have a habit of rejecting suitors and this comes back to me now. I asked one of my friends in middle school to see who might like me. I rejected one of those guys and when everybody signed my yearbook at the end of sixth grade —and I do mean everybody— and I think he was leaving the school, he just said: “have a nice life.”
Middle school was very hard for me. But imagine if I had let some guy in. 
I pushed myself as hard as most in high school and burned on out early: I was on the swim team, straight As, State spelling bee, intramural sports, girls’ ensemble (a select by audition singing group), musical, ran for treasurer. Where did it goooo? When I was thirteen or fourteen, I had a bad trip, at fourteen lost my virginity, my grandfather died that summer from cancer and I was whiling away the time  hooking up with a guy who lived near the beach house. Those kids I went to my first, middle school with? They went on to Ivy League. They wouldn’t remember me as one of their comrades; I left the school. Is this really a bit about that. And I later turned down a guy for marriage I really want be with. Just had to stick that in there to see if you were paying attention.  I think when I get sick I have a habit of throwing out my yearbooks but I’ll have to see if I find them.

 Even though med annoys me I don't like it when members leave an exception being jim

Med said: 

I have a habit of rejecting suitors and this comes back to me now. I asked one of my friends in middle school to see who might like me. I rejected one of those guys and when everybody signed my yearbook at the end of sixth grade —and I do mean everybody— and I think he was leaving the school, he just said: “have a nice life.”
Middle school was very hard for me. But imagine if I had let some guy in. 
I pushed myself as hard as most in high school and burned on out early: I was on the swim team, straight As, State spelling bee, intramural sports, girls’ ensemble (a select by audition singing group), musical, ran for treasurer. Where did it goooo? When I was thirteen or fourteen, I had a bad trip, at fourteen lost my virginity, my grandfather died that summer from cancer and I was whiling away the time  hooking up with a guy who lived near the beach house. Those kids I went to my first, middle school with? They went on to Ivy League. They wouldn’t remember me as one of their comrades; I left the school. Is this really a bit about that. And I later turned down a guy for marriage I really want be with. Just had to stick that in there to see if you were paying attention.  I think when I get sick I have a habit of throwing out my yearbooks but I’ll have to see if I find them.

 What's the point of this post?

Med said: 

I have a habit of rejecting suitors and this comes back to me now. I asked one of my friends in middle school to see who might like me. I rejected one of those guys and when everybody signed my yearbook at the end of sixth grade —and I do mean everybody— and I think he was leaving the school, he just said: “have a nice life.”
Middle school was very hard for me. But imagine if I had let some guy in. 
I pushed myself as hard as most in high school and burned on out early: I was on the swim team, straight As, State spelling bee, intramural sports, girls’ ensemble (a select by audition singing group), musical, ran for treasurer. Where did it goooo? When I was thirteen or fourteen, I had a bad trip, at fourteen lost my virginity, my grandfather died that summer from cancer and I was whiling away the time  hooking up with a guy who lived near the beach house. Those kids I went to my first, middle school with? They went on to Ivy League. They wouldn’t remember me as one of their comrades; I left the school. Is this really a bit about that. And I later turned down a guy for marriage I really want be with. Just had to stick that in there to see if you were paying attention.  I think when I get sick I have a habit of throwing out my yearbooks but I’ll have to see if I find them.

 your tendency seems to get you stuck in the past, always looking back with regret. maybe your trajectory changed simply because you are sick, maybe it's not your fault. Maybe you should focus on managing your illness and looking forward.  

janitor said: 

Med said: 

I have a habit of rejecting suitors and this comes back to me now. I asked one of my friends in middle school to see who might like me. I rejected one of those guys and when everybody signed my yearbook at the end of sixth grade —and I do mean everybody— and I think he was leaving the school, he just said: “have a nice life.”
Middle school was very hard for me. But imagine if I had let some guy in. 
I pushed myself as hard as most in high school and burned on out early: I was on the swim team, straight As, State spelling bee, intramural sports, girls’ ensemble (a select by audition singing group), musical, ran for treasurer. Where did it goooo? When I was thirteen or fourteen, I had a bad trip, at fourteen lost my virginity, my grandfather died that summer from cancer and I was whiling away the time  hooking up with a guy who lived near the beach house. Those kids I went to my first, middle school with? They went on to Ivy League. They wouldn’t remember me as one of their comrades; I left the school. Is this really a bit about that. And I later turned down a guy for marriage I really want be with. Just had to stick that in there to see if you were paying attention.  I think when I get sick I have a habit of throwing out my yearbooks but I’ll have to see if I find them.

 your tendency seems to get you stuck in the past, always looking back with regret. maybe your trajectory changed simply because you are sick, maybe it's not your fault. Maybe you should focus on managing your illness and looking forward.  

 Oh because I said I throw out my yearbooks when sick? I’m not sick. In fact I’m very high functioning. I did a tour at med school. I just tend to quit things prematurely; it’s a pattern. It is very much my fault. I own this. Thanks for playing.

I rejected a girl in high school to look cool in front of my friends, and regret it to this day.

Reflecting on haphazard moments that happened on a whim but that you for some reason remembered forever…

In high school I had gone on a trip to New Orleans and decided to do some weirdly ‘artistic’ photography and was just playing around with the settings on the camera and such. It took a bit of effort to achieve the look I wanted and I found an odd sort of beauty in them, I did another series later with my family one night walking around a lake and my sister told me that the photos turned out really cool. 

I decided to put together a post of my favorite ones from really my first time dipping into experimental photography. And put the images on my tumblr. 

Later somehow ended up showing my photos to a guy, who’s opinion somewhat mattered to me. He was a talented artist, and I really liked him a lot as a person. I wanted him to like me in the same way, I suppose. Or see the connection that I was seeing or feeling. 

But instead he was quiet for a while looking at them on my phone… sitting across from me, and I waited in anticipation to hear you know, maybe a “that’s nice” or “that’s cool yeah” or something. But the awkward silence went on as he just kept looking at them. And I said, “well,… what, do you think.” And he said, “I don’t- know what you want me to say. They’re just blurry pictures.” 

that stuck with me for hours afterwards. “They’re just blurry pictures.” 

And I’ll never forget it. 

Blanc said: 

Reflecting on haphazard moments that happened on a whim but that you for some reason remembered forever…

 

In high school I had gone on a trip to New Orleans and decided to do some weirdly ‘artistic’ photography and was just playing around with the settings on the camera and such. It took a bit of effort to achieve the look I wanted and I found an odd sort of beauty in them, I did another series later with my family one night walking around a lake and my sister told me that the photos turned out really cool. 

I decided to put together a post of my favorite ones from really my first time dipping into experimental photography. And put the images on my tumblr. 

Later somehow ended up showing my photos to a guy, who’s opinion somewhat mattered to me. He was a talented artist, and I really liked him a lot as a person. I wanted him to like me in the same way, I suppose. Or see the connection that I was seeing or feeling. 

But instead he was quiet for a while looking at them on my phone… sitting across from me, and I waited in anticipation to hear you know, maybe a “that’s nice” or “that’s cool yeah” or something. But the awkward silence went on as he just kept looking at them. And I said, “well,… what, do you think.” And he said, “I don’t- know what you want me to say. They’re just blurry pictures.” 

that stuck with me for hours afterwards. “They’re just blurry pictures.” 

And I’ll never forget it. 

 Years later after graduating he apologized to me and said he was an asshole in high school and didn’t like his behavior or how he acted/treated people. So that was a redeeming moment. He is a good person, and there were countless times he showed that. 

So that’s what I told him, I could see he had a good heart and always thought highly of him, you know. He was being down on himself about, having been assholish at times. But I basically was saying I didn’t think that of him at all and forgave him but more importantly I hope he forgave himself. 

Blanc said: 

Blanc said: 

Reflecting on haphazard moments that happened on a whim but that you for some reason remembered forever…

 

In high school I had gone on a trip to New Orleans and decided to do some weirdly ‘artistic’ photography and was just playing around with the settings on the camera and such. It took a bit of effort to achieve the look I wanted and I found an odd sort of beauty in them, I did another series later with my family one night walking around a lake and my sister told me that the photos turned out really cool. 

I decided to put together a post of my favorite ones from really my first time dipping into experimental photography. And put the images on my tumblr. 

Later somehow ended up showing my photos to a guy, who’s opinion somewhat mattered to me. He was a talented artist, and I really liked him a lot as a person. I wanted him to like me in the same way, I suppose. Or see the connection that I was seeing or feeling. 

But instead he was quiet for a while looking at them on my phone… sitting across from me, and I waited in anticipation to hear you know, maybe a “that’s nice” or “that’s cool yeah” or something. But the awkward silence went on as he just kept looking at them. And I said, “well,… what, do you think.” And he said, “I don’t- know what you want me to say. They’re just blurry pictures.” 

that stuck with me for hours afterwards. “They’re just blurry pictures.” 

And I’ll never forget it. 

 Years later after graduating he apologized to me and said he was an asshole in high school and didn’t like his behavior or how he acted/treated people. So that was a redeeming moment. He is a good person, and there were countless times he showed that. 

So that’s what I told him, I could see he had a good heart and always thought highly of him, you know. He was being down on himself about, having been assholish at times. But I basically was saying I didn’t think that of him at all and forgave him but more importantly I hope he forgave himself. 

Was him calling them "Blurry Pictures" though even him trying to be rude?