I just-I don't want to get involved with you Jackson," I said, the words tumbling out. "You're a nice guy, but then, when it comes down to it-you're not, really.
E. LockhartShe had been nobody and he had been golden.
E. LockhartAnd this is my life, getting dumped with no warning. Or liking people who don't like me back, or who don't like me enough, or not as much as they like someone else.
E. LockhartSex Ed - when I finally got to take it - was all about biology and birth control and nothing about anything that actually goes on between people.
E. LockhartI swear, I have no understanding of other human beings.
E. LockhartI sit around too much, waiting for other people to do stuff and angsting about stuff they've done, without doing anything myself.
E. Lockhart...[F]riendship is a method of castration that doesn't use a sharp object.
E. LockhartRoo: What’s your definition of popularity?
Hutch: I used to think people were popular because they were good-looking, or nice, or funny, or good at sports.
Roo: Aren’t they?
Hutch: I’d think, if I could just be those things, I’d – you know – have more friends than I do. But in seventh grade, when Jackson and those guys stopped hanging out with me, I tried as hard as I could to get them to like me again. But then . . . (shaking his head as if to clear it) I don’t really wanna talk about it.
Roo: What happened?
Hutch: They just did some ugly stuff to me is all. And really, it was for the best.
Roo: Why?
Hutch: Because I was cured. I realized the popular people weren’t nice or funny or great-looking. They just had power, and they actually got the power by teasing people or humiliating them – so people bonded to them out of fear.
Roo: Oh.
Hutch: I didn’t want to be a person who could act like that. I didn’t want to ever speak to any person who could act like that.
Roo: Oh
Hutch: So then I wasn’t trying to be popular anymore.
Roo: Weren’t you lonely?
Hutch: I didn’t say it was fun. (He bites his thumbnail, bonsai dirt and all.) I said it was for the best.
Stichwörter: friends loneliness popularity bullies
Noel: A lot of people see friends as something you have on Twitter or Facebook or wherever. If someone wants to read your updates and you want to read their updates, then you’re friends. You don’t ever have to see each other. But that seems like a stupid definition to me.
Roo: Yeah.
Noel: Although on the other hand, rethink. Maybe a friend is someone who wants your updates. Even if they’re boring. Or sad. Or annoyingly cutesy. A friend says, “Sign me up for your boring crap, yes indeed” – because he likes you anyway. He’ll tolerate your junk.
Roo: You have lots of friends.
Noel: No, I don’t.
Roo: You do. You know everyone at school. You get invited to parties.
Noel: I get invited to parties, yeah. And I know people. But I don’t want their updates.
Roo: Oh.
Noel: And I sincerely doubt they want mine.
Roo: I want your updates.
Noel: I want your updates. (He looks down, bashfully.) I do. I want all your updates, Ruby.
Stichwörter: friendship friends
The movies make the brooding guy the hero – the guy with problems the guy who carries a gun, the gun with unresolved anger, the guy with a chip on his shoulder, the guy who’s a vampire – and they tell you that you can have the mythical happy ending with that same brooding guy.
But in reality, the brooding guy is cranky. He doesn’t reply to emails. He doesn’t call. He’s only half there when you’re talking to him, and he doesn’t chase you when you run. You feel insecure all the time. You get needy and sad and you hate yourself got being needy.
If you don’t know why he’s brooding, you’re shut out.
And if you do know why he’s brooding, you’re still shut out. (Because he’s busy brooding.)
Stichwörter: relationships dating boyfriends bad-boys brooding-boys love-interests
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