I read several blogs tonight, some of which had memes on them. I love memes. I think they are fun without being too invasive. Lately I’ve feared being too personal on this blog and I’ve got to get over it. The very reason I started this blog was to be share my thoughts and feelings with others.
So I’m going to share a memory I had from high school. It makes me realize that some people may have realized that I was already different back then.
I don’t remember the name of the body spray, but the commercials always had a bunch of guys following whatever girl was wearing it. No matter where she walked a bunch of guys would immediately get a whiff of her and start to follow. There was a guy in my class who’s father was in the military. He was pretty strict with his sons and his sons also acted like they were in the military. They stood straight at attention. They answered the professors with a curt “yes sir or mam” and I could swear clicked their heels against the ground when they would make their turns in the hallway.
Anyway, one day in physics class, their sister who sat behind me whispered to someone sitting close by that her brothers jokingly said during the commercial “I wonder how many guys John would have follow him if he tied him down and sprayed him with that stuff”. She said that her father laughed so hard that his nearly crapped in his pants.
Later on that day I passed her brother in the hallway and he turned to the younger brother and made a spraying sound. Both laughed hysterically and clapped each other on the back. I remember going home that day not wanting to talk to anyone. My father asked me if I was feeling okay and I made the excuse that my stomach hurt. There were no abdominal pains, but there was a lot of nausea.
I hated that feeling. I still hate that memory. I know that it’s just that, a memory. But sometimes it still creeps up on me.