Bad Luck.

radiosilence95's picture

I really don't like being around my grandparents anymore. Or any member of my mother's family for that matter, except my cousins, and I never see them anymore. It really sucks, because whenever my grandparents come around I get hit with this sudden wave of irritation. Like they annoy me or something. I know that's a terrible thing to say about two people who love me very much, but...I dunno. Their attitudes towards the world just bug me. And not just the homophobic bits. I can't help not enjoying their presence. That's just the way it is.

I've started getting into antiques lately. My dad took me to an antique store packed with cool junk from the past. If only I had a bigger paycheck, I would buy lots of stuff that is really awesome regardless of its utter uselessness. They had items from the Civil War, flasks for gun powder and army badges, and it was really cheap. I bet those things were worth twenty times more than what they sold it for. Digging through impossibly random things from the past is so much fun.

I stumbled upon stacks and stacks of comic books and almost passed out from happiness. I was leafing through 70's Batman comics when I found an old Doctor Who comic book. Guess who popped into my head instantly? Brittany, of course. She LOVES Doctor Who. So I bought it and gave it to her today. She was overjoyed. Yay.

She gave me one of her poems today, and guess what? I lost it. I've waited patiently for two damn weeks, and now I have to ask her to reprint it. I put it in my pocket, walked to my car, and when I reached in my pocket again, it was gone. I almost cried out of sheer frustration. And of course it was a really windy day today, so who the fuck knows where it could be. Wouldn't it be cool, though, if some random stranger found her poem and was inspired by it?

Ah well. I'll just text her tonight and ask her to reprint it. We can laugh about it together tomorrow.

I'm really happy right now, regardless of today's bout of bad luck. I don't have to deal with Amber's bullshit anymore, Brittany and I are getting closer every day, I've fit comfortably into a little posse of cool friends who accept me for me, my poetry continues to flourish, and I'm just generally very happy right now.

It's a weird feeling, but it seems that I'm starting to fit in my own skin.

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Tycoondashkid's picture

i hate my mums side too

accept for the cousins which is like 3 out of 12 of them (Rainbow, Jenna & Matt)

so what did Brittany do when you gave her the poem?
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radiosilence95's picture

She always gets excited

She always gets excited whenever I give her one of my poems. But she never reads them in front of me, so she texted me and told me that I have a very beautiful, powerful voice in my poetry. I've giving her another one tomorrow. I can't wait to critique hers.

Tycoondashkid's picture

how excited? extatic mild?

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radiosilence95's picture

She gets pretty excited. I

She gets pretty excited. I mean not bouncing off the walls excited (she's too mellow for that), but she really does enjoy reading my poetry. Today she said she didn't want the poem I last gave her to end. It feels great having a fan.

I just read hers today, and it's amazing. It was about her hands and what she hopes to accomplish with them, how she wants to use them. Now I really wanna hold her hand. REALLY badly.

Tycoondashkid's picture

i remembered you said your best poem was about her

actually it would be a good way to come out and tell her you like her, if she likes your poetry that much it would be hard to be angry.

are you going to try to hold her hands? it could be a good scouting oppertunity.
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radiosilence95's picture

I can probably do some

I can probably do some editing to it and give it to her, yeah. Probably chop out some stanzas that go into certain details she doesn't need to read about XD

Haha, I don't think I'd have the courage to do that. Just randomly grabbing her hand would probably make things hella awkward :P

Tycoondashkid's picture

dont just grab her hand XD

i mean like slowly and carefully move your hand inside oh hers, so its subtle and streamlined
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