Author: WhiskeyAndAPen

I have always been a bit of a social outcast I suppose. I just never really seemed to fit in with the rest of the world. As a kid I was bullied a lot for being weird, ugly, or fat, and it forced me to be even more antisocial than I already was. By the time I got to high school, I had really grown into myself physically. In fact, it seemed like the older I got, the more attractive I became. With the help of exercise, diet, and a well kept beard to mask my somewhat weak jawline, I had grown to like the way I looked. Unfortunately, the kids that I went to school with still remembered me as the weird fat kid, and it was already too late for me to learn how to properly socialize. After high school, I moved far from my hometown to go to college. I wanted to start fresh somewhere that nobody knew who I was. I made a few friends in college, and even had a few girlfriends for the first time, but one by one those relationships faded away. No matter how hard I tried, I just could not seem to be like everyone else. At first, it made me sad, not being able to fit in. But the more I got used to it, the more that sadness turned into frustration, and anger. I came to accept that I would never have the groups of friends to hang out with on a Friday night, the beautiful wife and kids, or even a consistent sex life. I hated to see all of the people that I had grown up with living their perfect, happy lives while I was stuck on the outside looking in, alone. Worst of all was my younger brother, Ryan. Ryan was always handsome, smart, funny, popular, and athletic. Everyone loved Ryan. I did too of course, but seeing how easy everything was for him made me jealous. He was the star football player in high school, dating the hottest cheerleader, voted prom king, and everyone wanted to be his best friend, while I watched from a lunch table in the corner by myself. Read more »