Sunday I decided that I would get together with Molly and Emma and Helen, A, because of how much better being with people made me feel Friday, and B, because I feel like I've been spending too much time with Adam instead of them for the last... however many months. We used to hang out all the time and sit around and watch movies or listen to music or pretend to have a "band" or wander around town or just TALK, but it feels like I haven't really seen them in forever. I called Emma and Helen (twins) but they couldn't come because they had some sort of end-of-the-term work to do. But Molly's smart and lazy (arguably moreso than I am on both, but for the most part we're about even) so even if she'd had work, she would have put it off. We went to see "A Series of Unfortunate Events." Then we went back to her house to "study for the AP chem exam." (Niether one of us has ever studied for anything ever, I don't think. We read each other some key terms and then sat around and talked. Well, I suppose when we did talk it was partly about physics, so that was ALMOST school-related.)
Molly's brain works almost exactly the same way mine does. We can talk for hours without running out of conversation topics. We often finish each other's sentences, or say things at the same time. I have picked up a lot of her mannerisms, so our voices even sound similar. The one main difference between us is that she is more emotive than I am. She is not exactly social, she is just very enthusiastic about everything. When she is excited about something, she talks about it, and you can tell she's excited from her voice. When something bothers her, she gets just as excited, only negatively. When she is depressed (which is reasonably often) she tries to express it. She talks with her hands. She is incredibly observant, and is very good at turning everyday things into hillarious stories. She is blond and pink-skinned, and when she gets upset, she turns bright red. She is the youngest of four children. They are all tall and Germanic-looking, left-brained, and eccentric, and they all listen to indie rock. Their family is also "Christian" (you know, the people who, when they say "Christian," mean a small percentage of the population. Sorry if you are one of these people.) something I will never understand. She plays the viola. She thinks goths are rather silly, but dresses mostly in black because she likes it.
Here are some examples of Molly observations:
"I get really bored in English, so I've started noticing little things about my English teacher. So first of all, she uses those air quotes, like, WAY more often than is nessescary. But she doesn't use two fingers, she just uses one on each hand. And you know how usually you just move your fingers up and down a couple times? She does it for the duration of whatever she wants to put in quotes. And sometimes..." she starts to turn red "I swear, I'll look at her when she's done, and her fingers will still be GOING a little." She imitates it, making it look as if the fingers have lives of their own. "And also, she wears these ridiculous shoes - the really pointy kind. Only they must go out six inches past where her toes end. It's like, WHO needs SHOES like that?" She covers up her face and turns more red. "And the worst thing - oh man - She has this jacket, and she wears it all the time, and it has this tiny pocket... in the MIDDLE... of the BACK." She is getting upset. Her OCD is worse than mine. "It's like... can she even REACH that? Oh man, it bothers me so much." She puts her head down on the table.
Anyway, towards the end of our "studying," I told her.
"Oh. I'm sorry... I'm not surprised, really."
"I know. I shouldn't have been."
"I mean, you know, you would kind of sit near each other at lunch, but not really talk. Oh man... I don't really know how to deal with this kind of thing." She looked uncomfortable
"You don't have to deal with it. I just wanted to tell you."
"Do you need to 'share?' Do you need a hug?" She came over to where I was sitting and gave me a hug. I stiffenned. "I'm sorry. I really don't have experience with this kind of thing. I mean, Jenn broke up with Tom for me." She laughed a little. "It did kind of freak me out when he used to put his arm around you at lunch."
"I know. I could tell."
"Like, I would be talking to you, and just -" she mimicked someone putting their arm around someone else. "And I would be like, 'okay... I was talking to Aidan...'"
There was a pause. "It sucks. But I'm okay."
I sat with the family for a while while they ate dinner. (They're used to me being around, along with several other random people who float in and out of their house.) Then my parents picked me up and we went out to dinner. It was okay, but I couldn't eat anything except bread.
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