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less eloquent in person

What I meant to say:
    Hey. I can't remember your name for the life of me, but I used to sit behind you in Mr. Liddy's 7th grade Pre-Algebra class. You liked to make fun of me for using big words?

    We ran into each other a year or two after high school, and you seemed genuinely happy to see me. Which didn't mesh at all with this idea that we hated each other or something. I was holding a grudge, I don't remember for what, and if I didn't say anything mean to you that day, I probably walked away wishing I had. So either way, I figure I owe you an apology.

    Is this your daughter? She's amazing. This one's not mine, but I like him a lot. Nephew.

    Anyway, we've got to go. But it was nice running into you!

What came out:
    ** nods acknowledgement, waves goodbye **


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Oct. 29th, 2003 12:11 am (UTC)
I hate it when that happens
Looking back, it's amazing how paramount the slings and arrows received from others seemed back then. Every little comment could be taken so seriously, and shake the very foundation of ourselves. It really mattered what other people thought of us. It all seems so trivial now.

A few years back, I ran into someone that was the bane of my existence in middle school and the freshmen year of high school. I could have been angry about the past, but I can honestly say I really couldn't care less. We said a few words to each other, like hi, how you doing, and parted ways. Of course, his getting expelled from high school for drug possession, jail time, and the like had a humbling affect on him, so he seemed a lot more sensible nowadays. But man, the things I could have said..

Now, if I could go back, knowing then what I know now...

Mr Liddy.. Now THAT'S a name I haven't heard in some time.
Oct. 29th, 2003 11:05 am (UTC)
slings and arrows
Yeah, sure. I could remember his name, no problem. What's up with that?

Anyway, your comment brought this to mind:

A friend I've lost contact with once theorized that the reason "dumb jocks" got all the women in highschool was not their athleticism so much as simply not having the mental capacity to really absorb an insult. Most kids are subjected to the same ego-crushing horrors, but the smart ones are more sensitive to 'em, and thus don't project the same confidence when the time comes.

It's a sour-grapes theory, but I kinda like it.
Oct. 29th, 2003 08:36 am (UTC)
I had Mr. Liddy too... Kind of scared me...

Anyway, I'm sorry that you weren't able to say what you would have wanted to say... Maybe there will be another chance "bumping into each other again" situation?
Oct. 29th, 2003 10:47 am (UTC)
He scared a lot of people.
The only thing sadder than waiting for coincidence to strike twice would be actually stalking this person to make it happen.

No, I've said it here. It's out of my system, off my chest. If God wants 'em to hear the words, they'll find my journal and recognize themselves in this post.
Oct. 29th, 2003 01:52 pm (UTC)
Re: My friend the stalker!
Yeah, stalking wouldn't be a good idea... I'm sorry you missed your opportunity with this person.

As for Mr. Liddy, I think there was only one time I saw him crack a smile!
Oct. 29th, 2003 03:28 pm (UTC)
Run for your life!
Just imagining that smile sends shivers down my spine. I'm picturing a bib around his neck, and a small child grilled over an open flame.

But half a life later, he's probably nothing like I remember him...
Oct. 29th, 2003 04:11 pm (UTC)
Re: Hm, I wonder what I'll be dreaming about tonight!
Oh my, I can definitely picture that image too! It's been many years since I've had him as a teacher in 8th grade, but I'll always remember where his class was located and the moment someone compared imaginary numbers to smurfs.

"Smurfs?" he asked! Maybe that was when he smiled...
Oct. 29th, 2003 07:49 pm (UTC)
I don't have the whole story
but it sounds like this person hurt your feelings. I think it's cosmic lately. Don't take it too hard. You seem like a good guy to me. Don't let it make you put another brick in your wall. You're better than that :)
Oct. 29th, 2003 09:20 pm (UTC)
What's that old saying?
      A wall without bricks is like a mammal without red blood cells.
            ...that can't be it.

Anyway, there wasn't much to the story. I think you did get all of it.

This was just one of those odd moments of clarity where I'm too slow to react 'cause my concentration is glued to the thoughts clicking into place. It's like trying to dodge a punch when there are shiny objects in plain view. Can't be done.
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