![]() ![]() I am the person who made people uncomfortable. I am the thing that happened in this high school, in this small town. Smiles are wiped from the faces of those who liked you well enough when you didn’t cause trouble, but like you a lot less once you open your mouth and say something they don’t like. The kind of thing we’re forced to notice it energizes us, interrupting the comfort of our everyday monotony it separates us, inevitably pitting some of us against others, and that’s when the ugliness comes seeping out of every previously unnoticed hole. Then there are the rarer times when something too eventful to ignore happens. But that moment of accidental discomfort is usually fleeting, it can be glossed over and forgotten so you can go on to have another peaceful day alongside people you don’t actually like, and another, and another after that. Most days, you might experience at worst a tightening smile, a twinge of annoyance when someone nudges your comfort zone, challenges you just enough to wake you up and make you notice. ![]() ![]() Not everybody actually likes everyone else, but most days, that doesn’t matter. ![]() Groups of people in their own separate tribes, forced together arbitrarily, made to coexist in order to achieve optimal pleasantness. High schools and small towns have a lot in common. ![]()
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