It seems to me this boy leads a very miserable life, he's not that attractive, doesn't have much of a personality, is condescending, and yet I still try to find the good in him. I search and search, but all I find is that he is smart, I mean really smart, so smart that he isn't able to hold a normal conversation with a girl who is just trying to be friendly.
Since I have met him, I have been determined to make him smile. When I pass him in the hallway I wave frantically with a huge smile plastered on my face, surly the pure image of me waving my arms like a maniac would make him smile, or the equally maniac smile would produce a chuckle. Nope. Nothing. He makes eye contact, and I relax into a normal smile, but he looks down and his frown hardens further. I was beginning to think my insane waving was creeping him out, (it's possible, I would imagine I look deranged), but it doesn't seem to be the case.
Just a smile and a hello, doesn't seem to work either, he makes eye contact and looks down, not returning my salutation. I have tried flattering him, by asking him for help, and telling him how smart he is. But it's seems to him that I'm stating the obvious. Almost like the fact that he's alive makes it redundant to point out he is intelligent. At this point I'm thinking that this boy doesn't deserve to smile, he's so condescending and infuriating that he could be miserable the rest of his life and it wouldn't bother me. Except it does. For some reason I need to believe that everyone has the potential to be a functioning, pleasant member of society.
I need to make a plan, this boy needs to smile. This will happen. Maybe I should find some corny jokes to tell him. How about:
What kind of shoes are made from bananas?
Slippers
or
What's Gray and not here?
An elephant
or
Why is 8 afraid of 7?
Because 7 8 9
or
Call me a cab!
Okay, You're a cab.
Some how I doubt that these will make him smile, he may look at me like I'm an idiot, but hey it's worth a shot. Maybe I will leave pictures of small furry animals at his desk. Who wouldn't smile at those.
I can see it now. He can't even sit down at the shear volume of cute rabit pictures all over his chair. Then just as he finally sits down I will carry in a baby rabit that is so fat and fluffy that he can't contain his smile any longer. He will run into the arms of the bunny and eskimo kiss it's little nose. My heart is just melting thinking about all the love he would have for the little fluffy bunny.
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