Stale or was it Slate? Clay is Worthless

sillybilly

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The math homework was particularly difficult today--especially considering
I didn't have a calculator. So I stopped doing it--you know, me not having
a calculator and all--and I sent an email to my TA asking for an extension.

After dicking around on the internet for a bit, the time came for serious
business: I hopped the bus to my English lecture.

Sitting in an empty classroom, it became apparent that I'd missed the notice
that class was canceled. So, I dicked around on the internet.

Duty calls: I was summoned to attend math lecture. I attended. I fell asleep.
Though, in my defense, the lecture was 5 minutes 'till over; I really didn't
miss anything, just review problems, and the lecture was over easy material.
So I left.

I figured on going to the Armstrong Hall of Engineering for reasons detailed
here. If you don't care to click the link, it led to my finding my $115 calculator and my intrinsically
priceless lab notes; made my day. So, I left--but on a happy note. la-di-da.
HOORAY!

Got home, to my dorm. Still happy. Did my math homework. Still happy. Texted
Tom asking about dinner. Still happy. Got a message back. Still happy. Read it.
He already ate. Still happy, but eating dinner alone.

I'd always gotten texts from Tom about being invited to dinner. So, having not
gotten one in a while, I sent him another message:
"You should put me back on your update list. :("

He sends one back:
"... :/ look, there's something i need to tell you. Remember when you made
the comment about the horse porn?"

At this point it becomes necessary to have a flashback:
"Alright, looks like everyone's here," said Bobby.
"What about Renu," I asked.
"I got a text from Renu saying she can't make it," said Bobby.
"Why didn't she send me one? I arrange these things," complained Tom.
"Let's eat!" I exclaimed.
We all went in.

Some time after we'd all started eating, Renu showed up. So everybody--me, Tom,
Bobby, that-other-Asian-guy-I-don't-know-so-well, Clayton, and now Renu--was there!

I'm sure I don't have to explain college dinner conversations to you, so the topic
becomes fetishes. People are hesitant to lay theirs on the table; I slap down beastiality;
people stare. I defend my position: It's not like it escapes my browser history, and
what's so wrong about it anyway? They stare. I catch on and we change the topic.

I get another message from Tom:
"Well, that kinda put everyone off a bit, and they all agreed that they didn't want
you invited to dinner anymore. I'm sorry david, but i got outvoted :/"

Still happy, but very confused.

They were all really good friends as far as I could see, and they were dissociating
from me for this? I reply to his text:
"That, that's lame . . . Can i know what clayton and renus opinions were?"

Still happy, but very confused, eating dinner alone, and very anxious for his reply.

I get a new message:
"It is very lame. Clayton was the one who found it most disturbing... I think renu did
too, but not as much. Kinda the same for everyone else."

Still happy, except not really. Now I'm angry, angry that, of all people, Clayton would
be the one to want to dissociate from me the most. Background information is necessary:

College had just started, in fact it hadn't started; it was the week before school started,
and people were getting to know the campus. As such, my brand new friend Taylor and
I decided on checking out the restaurants. We end up deciding on Lemongrass, a Pho
restaurant.

So we're eating, and a guy sat a couple seats away from us. He was alone, so I invited
him to take the seat next to me. He accepted. We got to know each other; his name
was Clayton.

Time goes on, and he gains a lot of friends--Renu through me, Bobby and Tom by himself.
But we all hang out a lot. Everything's cool. He and I start a fling--purely sexual, but it
was like one step away from dating. Then school starts, and I'm unable to continue a
more-than-friends relationship with him.

In other words, I was his first friend in a state he'd just moved to. On top of that, I was
his first fling, and almost his first boyfriend. But apparently none of that means anything,
so I send another message to Tom:
"Oh well, if its that big a deal to clayton that his like 1st friend in a new state who he almost
dated has a fetish, it only speaks to character. I'll just rant about it to someone close.
Thanks for being honest though. I appreciate it."

I send another message:
"Its fine. But can we still hang out if youre ever free on the weekends? Halo or something?

He responds:
"I'm sorry, david."
"I was kinda thinking along those lines too, but clayton being the subject i figured it was to be
expected. I'm game to hang on weekends, just let me know~ when you want to hang out and
hopefully i won't be busy"

Relieved, I respond:
"Thanks."

He replies:
"Yep ^.^"

Then I sighed and placed my elbows on my desk. Tears began to roll down my cheeks. It
wasn't that I was abandoned, it's that I was betrayed. Having past abandonment issues,
and knowing that only Tom stood up for me, I cried. They were my first friends after leaving
Luke. I was crushed. So I went for a jog, went to a lecture, and made a friend.

Now I feel better, kinda. I'm still hurt enough to make this thread. And Luke isn't on MSN,
so I can't tell him, cause I don't feel comfortable talking about this aloud. I'm still crushed.
Fuck you, Clay.
 
No, I shorten the horizontal margins after I post in an effort to make things more readable.

As for the beastiality, I think it's hot when it's on a computer screen. Not so much in real life.
 
Things could be a lot worse.

I was arrested in May. Didn't get to see my friends the entire summer. Started probation in September, which means I have a 6:00PM curfew. I haven't partied in ages. I haven't had sex in ages. I am never invited to parties or anything because my friends know I'm on probation and I have to be home by 6. Even before probation, I always missed out on parties and stuff. I have a restricted drivers license, and a traffic ticket coming in the mail soon that I haven't told my parents about. For the past 2 months I've been writing songs with my friends for a concert that is in 6 days, and they bailed on me. Lastly, I've been talking to a girl a really like, she's amazingly attractive, and pretty cool too. But due to probation I haven't hung out with her and I fear she will lose interest by the time I am free. Probation ends in around 2 months. It will be a new year, a new semester. I will be a better person from dealing with all of this shit.

Point is, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

That being said, I wouldn't stop hanging out with you because you look at beastiality because it doesn't really affect me... (I probably would've just made fun of you for it and let it go)

But seriously, beastiality? What the fuck. I may never understand why something like that would appeal to you, but for Christ's sake, don't openly admit you like it.
 
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