Monday, November 22, 2004

   "Nobody Suspects the Butterfly"

And no one suspects me of anything, either. ~_^

At least...eh...crap. How do I explain this?

Around the guys in my class that I'm friendly with, I've officially been labeled "Klepto." The name's not in as much frequent use as it used to be, but I'm still quite the food-snatching book-slinking individual. I can make papers disappear without a trace and lay the blame on some less trustworthy person.

In the event that something goes wrong, whether in school or at a Church event, or something, I'm never suspected as the perpetrator. Never. I can (and have) politely argued my way out of a detention. The funny thing was, Mrs. Gartska trusted me more than her own eyes. >:D

She said that my shirt was against the "relaxed dress code" rules, and I asked her to show me where it said that in the student handbook. I'd specifically gone over the dress code section the night before to be sure I'd be alright. She reread the section, and I pointed out pertinent material. Without actually using the book, she took the route of "Well, it was announced over the PA at the end of yesterday." I told her that I had not heard such an announcement, most probably because it was at a time where every teenager in the school is talking, laughing, or moving things around in their lockers in the hallways. End of day messages are almost never heard.

Anyways, she let me off "this time" and warned me not to wear the shirt again. I wandered off, giving her the typical teenager "Yeah, whatever" look. Heh, later on I went and reread the dress code section again, and lo and behold! She was right! XD I'd gotten off, convincing her of her error with the written word itself staring into her face! Aaaahhh. 'Twas awesome.

Here's another example. If two kids at school got into a scuffle, or some kids were goofing off, or something, the vice principal would come over and take those he saw involved to his office. In addition, he'd take anyone in the surrounding area he deemed might have been involved. Not once have I been brought to his office, though I've been nearby such events.

Our school has been doing "random" drugs testing since the middle of last year. Supposedly, they pick names from a hat, or a bin or something, and those chosen are brought down to the nurse's office to provide a urine sample. Last year, a good number of well-known drug users were called down to the nurse's office, intermingled with a few shady characters who might have been doing drugs. Nobody you would not expect was brought down there. *shrug* I've not been called down there. I could probably look burned out and smell like smoke, and I doubt anybody would give me a second glance.

But is this because they think I'm innocent, or just because they don't particularly care about me? Hmm. :p

Some of my older friends will curb their behavior in my presence, or if I make a witty/biting comment, they assume somebody else said it. When they find that I was the one poking fun at them so cleverly, they sort of laugh, and look surprised.

I'm a very divided person, I guess. 0-o

If I were ever tried for any crime, I'd have a nearly limitless plethora of individuals able to serve as witnesses on behalf of my character.

So what if I were to do something? Nobody would believe that it had happened; that I had done it. Not unless there was overwhelming or irrefutable proof. Even then, many would doubt.

So I get to thinking, is this perceived innocence a gift, or a burden?

I can get away with just about anything; parents are set at ease when they find that their son or daughter (My age or otherwise, it makes no difference) will be with me; I have the love and support of more people than I can count; some I admittedly don't even know well at all. It's a gift.

Then, friends and family are sometimes restrained in my presence. Some avoid telling me things, thinking that I'm too unworldly or innocent to comprehend or make use of whatever it is they're saying. Friends hold back from me and that hurts, a bit. Some people avoid getting to know me too closely, because they don't want to be involved with a "goody two shoes." It's a burden.


Bleh. There's my post. I'm not depressed, so you don't all need to get mushy and stuff. =p It's just a thought that's passed through my mind a bit.

Catch you all later. =)

And Solo, heh. Worry not about the commentary. ^_^ Lord knows I'm not the most prolific commenter either. =p
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