I Got A Story to Tell

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Last updated on January 27th, 2024 at 11:33 am

So how’s everyone been doing? I’m a bit under the weather, myself, but that’s all good. This weekend’s going to entail some studying and trying to get my first Flash animation done—I’ll post a link to it when it’s done. But what the hell is my subject referring to? Well, not only the Biggie Smalls song—but my Friday. And heeeere we go.

So my Friday started like any other Friday—begrudgingly waking up and having to go to school, going to Math, and chilling in the computer lab for three hours while finishing up an Anthropology assignment (and subsequently skipping two classes to finish it up). Yeah, so it was a pretty standard Friday. Well, up until I got on the bus home.

So, I get on the bus as I usually do on a Friday to get to work. There’s one stop in between school and Square One, where I get off to switch to another bus—after we passed that I kind of conked out. I don’t know what happened next or why it happened, but when I woke up, I was in unfamiliar territory. For those of you who know Toronto, put it this way. Instead of ending up at Square One and heading toward Oakville, I ended up on the Gardiner Expressway.

So needless to say, I was semi-screwed. So I walked up to the front of the bus, to meet a reply of “Oh shit! What are you still doing on the bus?!” See, Square One was the last stop, upon which I usually wake up. Guess I was just too damn tired.

And I’m surprised that no one woke me up, knowing it was the last stop, but the state of humanity is beside the point in this post. Anyway, the driver and I chat for a while, and he was rather apologetic about the entire thing—but it was really my fault, so I said it was okay. He was cool though—he said since I was one of his most pleasant passengers, always saying “Good Afternoon” and whatnot, he would get me back on a bus to Square One for free. Score! So I called in to work to let them know I’d be slightly late getting in.

So we part ways and he gets me on a bus back to the ‘Sauga (for free too, which is good because I was getting rather broke by this point), and I take a seat. Upon which I hear “Casey?” from right behind me. I turn around and see my buddy Alfred, who I hadn’t seen in like, a year and a half! So we caught up a bit, saw what each other was doing and everything, which was all good. He asked me where I was going, and after telling him I was on my way to work, he offered to give me a ride. Sometimes ya just get lucky. Or maybe it was karma. Whichever. Anyway, a discussion of future business plans and a car ride later, ironically enough, I got to work 25 minutes early. The stares of confusion from my co-workers were priceless.

And that was my Friday!


So I’m non-conventional. So I’m a little different. I have feelings, too. And they’re hurting right now. A lot.

I seem to come from a history of being constantly berated and mocked. Whether it was in Grade Two where I was constantly teased for being a “brainer” (the kids who were in the Enhanced program in school), or even today for the fact that I haven’t dated in years, people always seem to see me as a target for their entertainment.

I’m really tired of it, and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what it is that attracts people to making fun of me. Some people say I don’t fight back, but I do. Some people say it’s the reactions I give—but… I don’t know how to act any other way than who I am.

I don’t know. I hate the way people seem to see me.


Too bad all of this is so “necessary”.

How the fuck is this possible? I just bombed a freakin’ math test. MATH IS MY BEST SUBJECT! Y’know what? Fine. I’m not online until after April. I have marks I need to make up. I’m now doing horribly in two courses, and this is completely uncharacteristic of me. I’m doing SO BAD. Y’all know how to find me if you need me. See you in the Summer Break. Peace.

The second logo for Casey Palmer, Canadian Dad


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