Sitting

A story, written from the perspective of a younger boy in junior high.

I'm fairly flexible in the butterfly position. You know, the one where you put your feet together in front of you, then push your knees down. I can easily put my knees down and even touch my feet with my nose in that position. Yet, if I stick my legs out in a straight line in front of me and try to stretch, there's a ridiculous difference there. If I stand up and try to touch my toes or try to do the splits, then I'm not flexible at all.

I sit with my legs crossed often. When I'm sitting on the floor, I'll sit with my legs crossed, not with them straight out. If I'm in a desk at school, I'll cross my legs and switch them occasionally. It's the most comfortable position for me.

That's why I'm so flexible like that. Because I consistently prefer a position with my legs crossed than with my legs out, I developed a flexibility to that position, and can easily perform it without any issues. But, other positions are uncomfortable. What does it mean if you experience something so much that other experiences are awkward?

I was playing a video game earlier with five of my friends. I separated into a team with two of them, and the other three were on another team. We played, and our team won. One of them congratulated us on our victory, the other two didn't like it so much. One quit before the game even ended, and another left immediately after it ended. The one who left immediately after proceeded to IM me messages.

I read them and shrugged them off. He was super angry and emotional. I tried to calm him, but he just kept getting angrier. In the end, he did something which was weird. He said that he started agreeing with another friend of mine, in the way that my other friend hates me a lot. It was kind of weird because, all though he had never explicitly said it, I knew he hated me. However, I would still continue to play games and talk with him casually, like I wouldn't even know. After he said that, I didn't respond. I simply went offline and left him.

I didn't really try to cheer up much after that. After all, it didn't really hurt. I figured that he would probably just end up talking to me like it never happened in a day or two, so I just kinda left it. I didn't know him very well, so it could have honestly been some hatred growing from him.

I decided to watch some videos on Youtube, and, with my legs crossed, I did so.