Face To Face
Not a bad day.
I got to visit the Dallas museum of Science and History today. It was pretty damn cool, but then again ANYTHING would be awesome seeing as how I haven’t been in Dallas for a long time now. It was good to be able to go out and do shit, even if it was just with relatives. So, after we watched this awesome movie called “Sea Monsters” that explained the wonderful new archaeological discoveries in North America, Israel, Australia, and Africa. I thought it was pretty epic as well to include the transitional period from Triassic, to Jurassic, to Cretaceous. Just something about bringing light to the different eras of creatures that have roamed our planet gave me a little warm, fuzzy feeling that only science and history loving douche bags like myself become enthralled by.
After the movie, my mom and I took a few minutes to grab some food at the restaurant inside the museum. Of course, the place was packed to the brim with kids age 10 and under. While I was peering out the large window in front of us though, a rather strange odyssey took place in front of my eyes that brought to light a nostalgic, and almost touching view of my childhood.
What I saw, was a small boy perhaps not even 6 years old who had brought his sack lunch, and was sitting outside on the patio with the rest of the kids. He sat off to the side, talking to one other boy about his age. He had short black hair, glasses, a super mario T-shirt that was probably 2 sizes too large, and a very bright pair of hazel eyes. He was incredibly small, even for how old he looked to be. As he was talking to the other child, he reached into his small brown paper bag and pulled out another, miniature package with bright coloring. It was a bag of skittles, and not one of the fun sized bags either. He then got up from where he was sitting, and turned around. He stood, scanning the area for a minute. After a moment, he found what he was looking for, and proceeded to walk to it. He approached one of his classmates, a young girl possibly older than he was, with long flowing blonde hair and a Miley Cyrus shirt on. As he closed in on her, he slowed his pace as he got within a decent proximity of her circle of friends. He then waved, and removed the bag of skittles from behind his bag. With a big smile on his face, he leaned far over and handed her the package in an incredibly timid fashion, then instantly backed up. She smiled, and said something probably along the lines of “thanks”, and then turned back to her friends. The boy, who was now already on his way back to his single friend, was now blushing in the most awkward manner possible.
It was obvious that he liked this girl, and this was his attempt at making contact with her, no matter how futile it would seem. The girl sat in the circle, eating her gift from the boy, while sharing them with her friends. These included a couple of other little boys and girls who were surrounding her. Then, once he was done eating and the class lined up, he made it a point to rush to the door to hold it open for her and her friends, as they came to the door. He smiled big once again, and then hopped back in line and followed like a puppy behind her, obviously smitten.
I see much of myself at that age in the boy. He was willing to sacrifice a bit of dignity, as well as his treat so that he could make the other girl happy by providing her with a luxury. He seems so similar to myself at that age. Harmless, and sweeter than most girls his age. He was friendly, well-mannered, and a generally good-natured kid. I can already tell that this boy would’ve done some of the things I have done in the past to merit the attention of a female, if only for a second. Just to earn a grin, a hug, or a pointless acknowledgement of my existence from a girl I liked, I have committed acts that I now know never would’ve gotten me anywhere. This kid was sitting on the throne of content, and he was just happy this day to receive her gratitude for that second. My point for this whole story?
Fuck that little self-absorbed popular cunt. If I could go back and do it again from elementary school upwards, I’d go back and purposefully throw around cruelty to the girls I liked. I was disregarded heavily for many years, and now I just want the opportunity to be able to return the favor. Perhaps that’s where I gain much of my attitude now, but I’m glad it’s here. Oh if I was a weaker man I would’ve gone outside, taken the bag of skittles and eaten it myself. I know a few animatronic Dinosaurs that would’ve gotten a mouthful of 7 year old stuck-up bitch if it had been a bad day. I kid, though seriously……..being a nice guy only gets you so far. Sometimes, you just have to set a bitch straight.
I’m a nice guy. I know I am…or I used to be. Once upon atrocity.