Shy boy, you are so weird

Last night, a boy told me I was cute, then he begged me to go away. I’ve met him before. His name is J****n. He’s… one of the oddest people I’ve ever met. Not odd as in, he’s a weirdo, but odd as in there’s something about him that makes me sad.

The first time I met him, he was sitting by himself about a couple of metres away from our group. He was just holding a balloon or something, staring at the ground. So I yelled out, “Hey, what’s your name?” Then he replied, still staring at the ground, “My name’s J****n, you don’t know me and you don’t wanna know me.” Apparently he’s also said that to a few other people. In an attempt to create more conversation, I told him he had really great bone structure as he stood up and left. Bizarre. Then I saw him again a few minutes later, and he was by himself again, looking so scared and uneasy, as if he was being chased by an invisible force.

So when I saw him again last night, and he was talking to one of my friends, I went and sat next to him and said hi. His arms were folded and his head was buried in his lap the whole time that he was talking to us. His voice was quivering, as though he was so terrified of talking to other people. And that’s when he said, “Can you please go away?” (The tone in his voice was as though he thought I was going to hurt him) Then he said, “You’re cute, please go away.” Ooook… Then he said again, “I’m sorry, you’re really cute but can you please go away.”

It’s so bizarre because I always see him out at 77, yet he seems like he’s terrified at the thought of any social interaction. I find him so fascinating, which is why I guess I try to prod and poke every time I see him to try and understand the odd fellow.

~ by dontdancenaked on March 22, 2008.