That happens to me a lot.
But it's slightly different.
People I've met face-to-face don't hate me.
See, I HATE PEOPLE.
Not,
people, because people are okay.
But the 'people' that surround me other than my family and a FEW IRL Friends almost make me misanthropic.
And you know it's bad when, after the class being told 17 times, you're the only one with enough sense to put someone's hand AWAY so they don't solder their flesh into a brand new PCB.
Or tell someone not to
Walk in front of that moving car with it's Reversing lamps on.Or tell them not to eat that piece of paper because someone told you to.
Or why stairs have stairs and not big-ass gaps to jump off of. Those stairs have some wicked-ass sharp edges (and they're wet now), it'd be a shame if your feet landed on the edge and you slipped and planted your skull on some industrial tiles without anything to hold on to...
I can literally COUNT the seconds before it happens. I almost didn't give a fuck when it almost did happen and I pretty much saved someone's life.
They like, SLIPPED. The sheer inertia from the landing pretty much sent them pivoting backwards as they went forwards. And the only thing that stopped them from having a broken spine were my arms.
Someone actually got themselves into a fight in Grade 9 (Over a game), and I was a truebro and broke it up (With some help) after school. Everyone was more or less cool the next day.
It was honestly scary though, because one guy actually had a KNIFE with him. I didn't even know until it threatened to stab the poor kid. He could have pulled it on anyone.
I'm glad I'm not in woodshop, because I would have already lost 5 fingers.
I feel like the voice of reason sometimes :\
But people love me. Or, can hardly be aggressive with me.
Like me, love me- compliment me. Even pick shit up for me when I'm not paying attention. Everyone is basically friendly with me, even strangers I've only met for the 1st time start up a conversation that they attempt to make last for more than 5 HOURS
regardless of what's going on outside of my face (heyyouknowthat'scoolandallbutIdon'tevenknowyouandyou'remakingEYEcontactandaskingforhighfives :| ).
It's funny because otherwise I'll type/write for hours on end- I guess being chatted down so much that I don't even have free will kind of ran into my system.
God.It's nice, but it's short lived when someone does something that makes me want to Jam a pen into a socket with my index finger.
And yet I still hold the door for someone. I don't know, I guess I'm just a nice person by heart.
It only feels like E when I actually help out people I like/are okay people/sensibleenough. Or, er, not blank.
Not blank is good.