I imagine that her friend was a “weirdo” an outcast. Not one of the cool kids. Bowing to peer pressure and just the need to fit it, it’s easy to blow someone like that off. As a closeted gay teen, I was alternately either the friend or the songwriter. Whichever role, I was desperately trying to keep it all together. No support at home, no support at school. I often over compensated and ended up the foolish looking dork. Suicide was an option. I’d have forgiven my friends for dropping me. I’m sure it would be easier for them to be mad at me for taking the “easy way out” than to accept that when they abandoned me, they might have sealed my fate. Ten years later, with a new perspective and some empathy it might suddenly occur to me how defensive my anger was. Now ten years later, I might wish I could tell you how special and unique you were.
I imagine that her friend was a “weirdo” an outcast. Not one of the cool kids. Bowing to peer pressure and just the need to fit it, it’s easy to blow someone like that off. As a closeted gay teen, I was alternately either the friend or the songwriter. Whichever role, I was desperately trying to keep it all together. No support at home, no support at school. I often over compensated and ended up the foolish looking dork. Suicide was an option. I’d have forgiven my friends for dropping me. I’m sure it would be easier for them to be mad at me for taking the “easy way out” than to accept that when they abandoned me, they might have sealed my fate. Ten years later, with a new perspective and some empathy it might suddenly occur to me how defensive my anger was. Now ten years later, I might wish I could tell you how special and unique you were.