I'm still ashamed of one act
About 3 years ago a boy was transferred to our class, he was in a gray straightened shirt with rolled up sleeves and freckles. I liked his style so much that after a couple of days I changed my image to him, that is, I threw out my white shirt with a jacket and dressed exactly like him, and also painted freckles with a special pencil. I come to school, say hello to that kid, and he is such a “scourge I don’t say hello”, although before that we were friends. It is clear that he simply did not like my copying, but for another week I went somewhere like him. Now we are in a good relationship with him, but we don’t communicate constantly. I have my own style, but I still remember that incident. This is such a shame, god. How to forget it or accept it already?
Come to terms. He did not understand, his sense of humor let us down.
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