Plot summary: A couple of weeks ago, Cool Guy Friend asks Awkward Profiterole out to prom. Awkward Profiterole accepts, and is happy because
1) she was dateless
2) she did not want to be asked by Winterball date guy
3) she wanted to go with a friend so that prom would be fun and chill and hella bomb.
problem solved, right?
That very day was the audition to MC a special show (let us call it Cultural Evening). AP was very excited to try out because she had tried out and been chosen to MC the year before. She expected to make it. She then remembered CGF asking her to hook her up with a tryout. So she thought to herself, “Hmm. He DID ask ME, the fat, hairy, moody lump to prom, so I should do him a favor and stop being such a competitive bitch and invite him to tryout. I wouldn’t be able to live with the truth if he asked me later why I didn’t tell him, and it would be fun to MC with him!”
Wrong. First off, the cliquey and bitchy organizers of the Cultural Event did not select AP. They selected everyone but AP, including CGF. This made AP very sad and bitter and jealous. She then resolved to not go to Cultural Event and its afterparty.
Somehow, CGF knew of AP’s anger at not making it. AP wondered what he thought of her, and was still sadn and jealous and bitter.
So Cultural Event came and went, and AP spent the afternoon judging a debate tournament.
The day after, AP heard her friends talking about the happenings and chuckled at all the silly expected things: lots of Indians making out, people drunk/high, and the like.
She then heard that CGF was making out with another girl.
She did not know what to think. At first, she thought “Hey. It’s his life. Let him do what he wants with it! Why, you ask?
1) We aren’t together. Us going to prom together does not bind him to some sort of chastity agreement.
2) Who am I to tell him what to do?
3) I don’t even have emotional attachment to this person other than a close friendship!”
Analysis: Ah well. I guess I’m just bitter/sad/jealous over not making MC–hey, I’m emotional. And my period came today in Econ, so my day was tainted, thanks very much. I guess I’m just…sad he didn’t tell me. It’s the awkwardness of knowing something about your friend that you can’t/shouldn’t really talk to them about. I guess if I were a guy, I could be like “Hey man. Heard you were makin out with some chick yesterday!” hahaha.
Chillax. No worries. Time to study for Econ, do Physio homework, do AVID shit, and go to the gym to unbloat myself.