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78 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 6, 2011
"I know I was scared, and I handled that like crap, but I'm here now."
I was running away from my problems again, which was pretty much how I lived my entire life, and now I was dragging someone along with me. I can say, with no joy or ego whatsoever, that I’ve never once stood up to a problem. I’ve smiled my way out of them, lied my way past them, and once or twice, bullied my way over them, but never once looked one directly in its eye. I hated that about myself.
Every time my thoughts started to spiral toward the future, I could feel my heart begin to race and my stomach contract as if I was going to throw up. There wasn’t a night I didn’t fall asleep wishing I was just like everyone else, a mindless high school jock wandering the halls like a sheep grazing in the field. I promise you the only thing worse than being a rat trapped in a maze is being aware that you were that rat.
A part of me, albeit a small part, knew that standing up next to Kyle was the best thing I’d ever done. The feeling of finally shrugging off this disguise and talking with my own voice for once was refreshing. It was more than refreshing; it was liberating in such a way that it was almost like being drunk. That sounded better to me: I was drunk on emotion, and that was why I’d told the entire school my secret.
Even I didn’t believe that one.
“Well if I had someone like Kyle standing next to me, I’d tell the rest of the world to fuck off and take as much happy as I could grab.” “Because, Brad, at the end of the day, sports won’t make you happy, your friends won’t make you happy, and your family will just wonder what is wrong with you. The only way that you’ll be happy is if you man up and face who you are.”
You think those people are going to love you? Comfort you? Stand behind you for the rest of your life? I can’t make this any clearer, Brad. If you live your life scared of what other people think, then you will always be miserable.
We all grow up thinking we are going to be one thing or another, and we clutch those dreams to our chests like they are the most important things in the world. But life… life has its own plans for us, and it could care less what our plans are because life is always more important than what people think they want.
Stop living our expectations,” she said as she comforted me. “And start living your own life.”
“Then do something about it,” she said handing me my phone. “If you don’t, you’ll spend the rest of your life wondering how things would have been different if you had.”