I once met this nice girl who made me laugh and I made her laugh and I thought everything was great until she said, "I think you’re funny and nice, but you’re a bit much to handle." And she left my life.
I’ve had that scenario happen to me dozens of times.
There was a girl I shared Media class with in 10th grade. She was a grade or two ahead of me. I usually felt happy and confident in the class and I talked a lot.
About a dozen years later, she recalled to a friend of mine about me, "Nobody knew what to do with his brain."
The teacher I was closest to at Placer High School was my Journalism advisor. I was the Editor of the school newspaper in my senior year and was in the school’s journalism program for three years.
He wrote in my yearbook just before I graduated in June 1984, "I’ve never had a student challenge me as much you have."
Bob emails my friends: "Advisory Team Activate! Let us all assume the lotus position and focus our healing energy on Luke’s bruised ego. Ready? ohhmmmmmm …."
Khunrum emails: “Luke still courting Jewish girls? I expected him to be engaged to the Swami’s daughter by now. Sitting on her lap? Is that some kind of Hindu love move? An obnoxious, middle aged, overweight guy sits on you while you’re trying to enjoy a…? Ommmmmmmm!”
