Post by Nyong Choi on Apr 26, 2013 6:52:01 GMT -6
Sept.14th, 8.00 pm
Nyong approached the beach, not entirely sure what he was even doing here. It wasn’t like he had some huge aversion to large crowds of people, drinking, or the general idea of beaches. But neither could it be said that he got some huge joy out of such things. As with most situations, he was indifferent; but usually, he wouldn’t bother if he had no compulsion toward something in any direction particularly. So that left him slightly confounded with himself as he stepped out onto the sand, just a pace or two from the tall grasses that separated the area from real land. He wavered uncertainly, hands finding their way to stuff themselves into his pockets.
Usually, one would go to something like this to see their friends, or maybe make friends, but Nyo supposed that wasn’t it. Personally, he found social interactions to be a chore; he was highly certain that he could become a hermit someday given the right provisions, live away from society for over a decade, and not be any worse off for it. He just didn’t feel the way that other people seemed to. He had no desire to be social, and frankly didn’t understand half the accepted societal rules anyway. It was such a hassle to pay so much attention to the way other people were reacting, to know just where to step to get the right reaction- or avoid a landmine.
There was a time where the idea of learning proper emotional and social interaction had been new and interesting to him, but these days it was just too tiresome to play pretend with the other students. He was constantly having to fake it to keep the counselors off his back, to pretend to be making some miniscule improvement so that maybe he could get out of here and accomplish some actual life goals instead of end up jailed or in an asylum. He understood that the sorts of things he was prone to weren’t acceptable (though he hardly understood why, which he thought might be his problem) but they seemed to think he was going to push it too far one day. Trip and fall over the edge into an area he couldn’t get out of and keep delving deeper.
But for now, Nyo was at the beach. He would assimilate with the other teenagers, feign an interest in social interaction, and try harder to seem as though the school had fixed him. Then maybe he could get the hell out of here and get on with his life; he considered that a nice thought, anyway, as he took a few more steps out onto the sand.
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Notes;;First post with him, not so great. Workin' on it!
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