He's just not that into you

So I just finished watching this movie, "He's just not that into you" and it got me thinking. I know ML's thinking, aw nah here we go about J again but... I mean... I just wanted to say how true what Gigi said was.
Like, when I lived upstate, the rule was, if a boy likes you, he'll show you by hitting you or being mean to you. And some girls took it as a compliment. Not me. If they hit me then damn I was gonna hit back. But I wasn't always this way. In elementary, I was awkward. No one LIKE liked me until they realized I was leaving. How stupid huh? Then I changed schools in the middle of 4th grade, and some guy who I'll call Akali liked me for half a school year. then I switched schools again. And in that school I had realized that if he hits you, he likes you. And I was so tired of being hit. So I hit back. I mean hard. I was in 5th grade! From 5th grade to 6th grade I learned how to hit boys. So then I moved STATES. So I was in a whole new element. And the first boy who liked me(this was in 7th grade, he was in 8th) I dislocated his shoulder. He was one of my brothers friends. Hey, I'm not a demon or anything. That was just how it was. Oh, you like me? Kay, you're probably going to hit me some time during this period so let me beat you to it. That was my  mindset. And after, when he didn't hit back, he was SCARED of me, I realized. This wasn't the same. So the next boy, I'll call him DA, I had my 1st block A day class with him. This, ladies and gentlemen, is when I started to learn the classic art of flirting.
And we ended up dating! For like a week. But still. It proved to be effective. It was so strange. And so NEW. I could barely comprehend the powers FLIRTING held. Its seriously magic. So I started to do it all the time. Its not hard. Laugh at stupid stuff. It helps if your dozed off face looks like your paying attention face, like me. But that's just it though. I get all these boys to like me FLIRTING and I'm just like... I dunno. It makes me feel good sometimes, when they ask me out. I remember in elementary, there were these two guys, James and Jeremiah. And I had two best friends, Rosie and Marleny. And they matched up. Rosie and Jeremiah and....wait no, they both liked Rosie I think. Yeah they did. I remember being so mad. Not mad enough to want her to stop being my friend obviously. Well no, it wasn't mad, it was jealousy. I was so jealous. Of Rosie! God, and she had blond hair and blue eyes I mean....
So that guy whose shoulder I dislocated? And how scared he was of me? That was only for like a year. The fear wore off and he realized he shouldn't be afraid of a girl a year or two younger than him. So we started texting and he met the nice me and we're friends now. He tells me about his girlfriend and their cute little secret romance thing they have going on. We don't go to the same high school but we facebook and text. Its nice, you know? We only became friends when he tried to commit suicide and I was crying on the phone for like 2 hours trying to talk him out of it.
"Why are you crying? You're evil!"
"Because you're my friend you idiot! I'm sorry, please don't die!" sob, sob
Yeah it went like that. For two hours. The dork.
But seriously, guys this is a long post cause I just had to get this off my chest. and in a minute I'm going to write a post that's kind of not and kind of is about the same thing.

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