Laughs and Lobotomies

I had few “real” friends as a child.

The neighbor girl when asked directly, in front of me, at school if we were friends, said no.

Christine Prifti, I still remember that name.

Her parents painstakingly checked all of her homework.

I stopped letting mine help with my homework in 3rd grade – they were bad at it.

I got better grades.

Shes now a medical doctor, I’m a mental patient.

So it goes.

She was one of the “allowed” friends my parents approved of.

I tested highly from a young age, had smoke blown up my butt for how smart I was as long as I could remember

Grew up in an environment where only achievement mattered.

So I was arrogant. And impatient. And valued little else besides hard work and intelligence.

There were two girls who were nice to me – they were friends but I only remember one of their names.

But they weren’t in honors classes or anything, although they were kind girls.

Fiona Jackson is the name I remember.

I ran into her as an adult, she remembered me.

I know no one reads my blog, but thank you for always being nice to me.

I’m sorry I didn’t pursue a friendship with you.

I really hope you’re doing well.