Day 26.

Today AP Study Hall invited their imaginary friends to class. How I belittle them. "Can my friend come to class?"

"Hah", I said, in disparaging tones. "Sure your imaginary friend can come. How I laughed inside at my wit, as anyone that has met me knows my hobby is tearing down those lesser than me (sophomores mostly).

Then they asked me who my friends were. Sometimes the largest weights are the ones we never lift. Mine is friendship. They had discovered my Achilles heel. For it was truth, skinned like a banana and left open to the elements. I was unprotected. I am alone. Have I had friends? Yes, but ultimately they all leave when they find they can't compete with my glamour, or my sharp intellect. No matter how I laugh at them and mock them for having walked away, all of my friends remain in the past tense. Someday I will find someone willing to stand in my shade, but for now I must remain gloriously alone. Like a horse amongst goats, or a mammal amongst reptiles I am destined to eat my lunch alone at my desk, or locked in a bathroom stall, not because I am unlikable, but because everyone else is.

But not as unlikable as the kid that said they only read my blog if they are mentioned. Now I will not mention her for spite's sake. Below is how AI once again captured my spirit as a lone tree in a desert of shrubs.