I have this really immature friend (now called Friend E) and I’ve had as much as I could take from her. She is just really immature. She laughs at the stupidest things; she tries way too hard to be seen as a nerd; she supposedly hates pink and preps; she thinks she’s really witty by being sarcastic all the time; she also tries way too hard to be the so-called “rejected one”; she thinks make-up is girly, but thinks goth make-up is cool; she “hates” Hilary Duff and this pisses me off because she doesn’t even KNOW Hilary Duff and SHE’S the one who’s always talking about not passing judgment; she’s always ranting and raving about EVERYTHING AND IT’S SO FRIGGING ANNOYING!!!
So, my friends and I are discussing Anime North. Friend R suggests to Friend J to dress up as some anime character and tells Friend J that she’ll need a pink tanktop. I say that I have one. Friend E looks at me really strangely and says, “You have GOT to be joking. Are you serious? It’s PINK and it’s a TANKTOP.” I just go, “So?” And she replies, “It’s pink.” I just roll my eyes and say, “Grow up.” Then she starts whining and going on and on about how I’m a disgrace because I have a pink tanktop which my aunt gave me and I don’t even wear it unless I wear a t-shirt underneath it. So who the hell cares if it’s pink?! Stop being so immature about pink because it is NOT a girly colour. Wearing pink does NOT make me prissy. Jesus!
Then, after drama class, we’re walking to homeroom and three girls, who are somewhat “preps” (I am very against this labelling thing in high school, but for the sake of this narrative, I’ll have to use these terms.), are walking in front of us. They’re all wearing pink jackets, which I have nothing against. If they like it, then that’s great. But, Friend E is like, “Oh. My God. They’re like this walking pink cotton candy cloud. They’re such a disgrace to humanity.” And she thinks ALL girls who wear make-up at our age are stupid bimbos, but she somehow thinks that goths who wear make-up are cool. Um, hello?! Both “goths” and “preps” wear make-up for aesthetic reasons!! Jesus, there’s no fricking difference!
Friend E is always complaining, too. She’s always saying stuff like, “Oh, my God, I am so hopeless. Oh, my gawd, how much more can I take? Gawd, I hate myself. I hate my life. I hate my parents. My friends are suicidal. Nobody cares about my problems. Nobody wants to help me. How can I help my friends if I can’t help myself? Even you (referring to me) don’t care. And why isn’t God helping me? I don’t know how much more I can take. Nobody cares.” She says this ALL the time. She practically has a public relations manager to broadcast all of her problems!
She’s always hanging around with me like a pathetic little puppy who won’t go away. She’s ALWAYS in my group for group projects unless the teacher assigns the groups and she expects me to do EVERYTHING with her.
OH MY FRICKING GOD!!! JESUS, GROW UP!!!
PS: I’m sorry if I should immature myself, but I really needed to get this off my chest.