Now that I'm back, I gotta vent for a bit.
So way back at university orientation during the summer, I met up with a couple of stoners and this one chick they were hanging with. They seemed pretty funny I decide to hang with them to start out the year. The semester starts, and the girl's (white) roommate joins our little gang and everything goes swimmingly. My nerdy as fuck roommate joins the gang and things get awkward but whatever. Enter a month ago, me and roomie start to notice that the girls don't hang out with us anymore. It weirds us out a little bit but we just ignore it because hey, friends drift. Then about 2 weeks ago I go to Stoner #1 and ask him what's been going on. He tells me that he fucked Stoner Chick's roommate like the very first weekend they met, and she sent him a text two weeks afterwards that she had a miscarriage.
We all realize immediately that something's up because there's no way she could've realized that she was pregnant and miscarried the baby in the span of two weeks. He says that there's no way she could've gotten pregnant because he wrapped it up and she told him that she was on the pill. So afterwards, he just drops all contact with her. Doesn't answer calls or texts or nothing. I ask him why Stoner Chick herself doesn't hang with us either, and he tells us that Stoner #2 fucked her the first weekend and got brains from Stoner Chick's roommate a week later. Stoner #2 dropped all contact with both of them because he just wanted to smash & dash.
So my anxiety starts setting in and I get paranoid as fuck. Last week I went right up to both of those niggas, looked them dead in the eye and ask them "Y'all know I would do anything for my crew, would y'all do the same for me?" And they say "Yeah, without question man." I immediately call bullshit in my mind because of how easily they dropped two of our friends for some real petty shit but I just go along with it because I'm a laidback dude, I don't like rocking the boat.
Then this weekend happens. Me, Roomie, & Stoners head to a bar to watch the Panthers game. We're walking back to Stoners' dorm like we usually do when Stoner #1 looks me in the eye and says "Yeah, you're not gonna be able to hang anymore." I'm kinda confused because of how out of nowhere it was, so I ask why. And get this, they literally said I was too nice to hang with them, that I'm too sensitive. Well that, and they said I was too nerdy for them. Take in mind that Stoner #1 is a huge fucking weeaboo that was on the verge of tears when me & Roomie found out some real embarrassing shit about him a while back. But nah, apparently I'm the one that's too nerdy and too nice.
I'm really not even upset because looking back, these were some serious fuckboys. It's just that I just got over my anxiety when I got out of senior year of HS, and all this bullshit is bringing it back. I fucking hate being paranoid about people that I put my trust in, but it just always keeps happening to me.
