<p>It just hit me today that I am/may be the biggest loser/loner in my school...</p>
<p>My "friends" talk crap about me behind my back and to my face..i am sick and tired of it..everyone thinks i'm a loser and weirdo, and my mom is agreeing to, somewhat (not the loser part, maybe just the weirdo part..). </p>
<p>Then my mom told me, "if you think this is tough, wait until you go into college (that is, if I am even able to get into one...), college will be even tougher. people are ruthless and mean out there. good luck."</p>
<p>i feel like complete *****. Also, to add to my crap of a life, one of my senses (hearing) is going..and I'm not able to hear my friends anymore so I don't know how to respond. I don't sit alone at lunch but I don't talk anymore since there is no point due to me not hearing...and other people won't understand what i'm feeling even if i tell them</p>
<p>and then, i was depressed sophomore year, so my grades went into the dump..so that might affect me in college admissions...arghhhh fml</p>
<p>people make fun of what i wear even though other people wear the same stuff for the past 4 years that I have known them..they wear the same shirt/pants every single day but yet nobody makes fun of them</p>
<p>i can't handle it anymore...im also a loser for not even being able to get a stupid license..but as if my mom will let me drive anyway</p>
<p>argh..sorry..i just wanted to rant..i've been crying since i got home...</p>
<p>Well you’re mom is right. And you’ll get into college, don’t sweat about it. Oh, and if anyone ever does make fun of you to your face try not to take it personally, make a joke out of it something, just chill.</p>
<p>Maybe you are hanging out with the wrong people. Seeing how you failed your drivers test, I assume you are a sophomore or a junior. Freshman year I sat at a table at lunch with ‘friends.’ I eventually came to my scenses and was like, uhm this is soooo boring, and I don’t even think they like me much. So, now I hang out with my group of four friends including myself at lunch, and it’s all good. =) I met them by being weird, by the way.</p>
<p>Anyway, the way to handle it is to have the attitude “I’m superior to you High School noobs.” I’m not saying going out and acting arrogant, though. Just think that way, sort-of ;)</p>
<p>i wear like an abercrombie jacket, skinny jeans, vans authenthics, and just a t-shirt or w/e, and a hat</p>
<p>im stressing out so bad…college is coming up and this is just a good time to be losing a sense…</p>
<p>i had a lot of friends freshman year…but i became depressed due to personal reasons i still had friends frosh year…but soph year, i didn’t talk as much</p>
<p>even my brother’s friends’ moms (hes in middle…8th grade) talk crap about me about how im a loser (well maybe they don’t say it) but they think it…</p>
<p>No. Please don’t cuss at people. The middle finger is better. And why would college be worse? There are to many people to worry about a single person. Also, since there are more people you will certainly be able to find people as weird as you. =)</p>
My point had more to do with the way you are handling yourself socially. You seem to want to fill some kind of preset stereotype or role, and that just doesn’t work. Look, there usually isn’t anything wrong with being a bit odd or different (provided that you remain sociable and friendly). The problem comes when you pretend to be someone you aren’t and look awkward.</p>
<p>I’m not trying to give the motivational “Be yourself and everyone will like you!” speech. Not everyone will relate to you, and that’s okay. But if you actually think about wearing certain clothes because they will make you fit in, you FAIL at social relationships. Chances are that people who might be friends with you would do so regardless of the clothes you wear, and choosing different clothing isn’t going to make those who mock you all of a sudden decide that you are cool. You just end up looking like a wannabe, and it’s pathetic.</p>
<p>I understand what you are trying to say. But I don’t even think about clothes and wearing what will please others. I do it for me because since my whole life is crap, maybe I just want to look good, instead of horrendous. I am not intending my clothes to make my social life better, which it will not, as you pointed out.</p>
<p>I just named a brand. I honestly don’t wear brand name clothes. I don’t even know why I said it. I just wear whatever looks nice on me, i guess</p>
<p>i’m just tired of people talking about me behind my back, that’s all. I just want it to stop because it hurts.</p>
<p>Quote:
I’m just tired of people talking about me behind my back, that’s all. I just want it to stop because it hurts.
Welcome to life. The easiest way to make people hate you is trying to make them like you. </p>
<p>^Very true, once you stop caring or obsessing over what people say/think about you, you transcend social and emotional pain.</p>
<p>If I were you, I’d make sure that I was looking at somewhat quirky, offbeat schools where people should be more accepting and tolerant. I agreee the skinny jeas are probably not helping, and (not to be offensive, honestly) make sure you’re showering daily and that you don’t smell – this could seriously be your problem. If you have trouble hearing, get a hearing aid, it isn’t the end of the world even though it may seem a bit awkward. Lastly, you seem like a fairly unhappy person, and that may be turning some people off. Try to be at least content, no matter how your life is it doesn’t help to sulk.</p>
<p>You actually care about what people think, ehh? In freshman year, I was like total emo kid, never talked and people gave me ****. So I just kind of did what I did, and by the time all those kids matured of age, they actually just started talking to me and it wasn’t even a big deal. If you let it get to you, they will keep doing it. I told them to screw off and now in 11th people aren’t complete idiots anymore and I have no problems with anyone.</p>
<p>Perhpas you need to better communicate yourself to others because if you wear your emotions on your sleeve, it’s a turn off no joke. I’m a bit afraid to ever talk to kids that look like they’re about to break down into tears. :o!</p>