Dylan, the hypocrite

Tenth grade is going to be over in three months. That’s exhilarating to say! I think everything at this very moment is truly going well. I have some close friends, open minded people as my family, and soon a boyfriend. 🤞🤞

For the first time in a very long time, I can say that I’m truly content in life. 

Today’s topic that’s up for discussion is a bit random but I’m running out of things to write on. 🤗

Last year, in ninth grade, I was in 9C. The thing with my school is that we have a choice to choose between Hindi and Sanskrit as our second language. Very few chose Sanskrit, and the rest all chose Hindi. Our class, 9C was a mixture of both. We had both Hindi and Sanskrit students while others had either of one. 

When we transitioned into tenth grade, there was no shuffling of classes. Everyone from my previous class was in my present class and this went on for the month of April. When we came back in June, we got the unfortunate news that managing both the language students in one class is extremely difficult so we got put into new classes. 

I am in 10B now. And to be honest, I initially hated this class. Well, I still do. My neighbour, with whom I have had a longstanding feud with was in 10B. And the fact that my old friends completely neglected me and forgot about me as soon as we shifted classes didn’t make it easier. Just because you and I are in a different class doesn’t mean we completely lose touch; Well, that’s what happened anyways. 

My class is, peculiar. Everyone absolutely dislikes each other. They giggle in front of each other and say the worst thing known to mankind behind their backs, it’s a different level of high school drama. Something I’ll never be able to wrap my mind across because for me friendships are simple. Either you like them and consider them a friend or even a close friend, or you dislike a person and keep your distance. 

Maybe I’m just not mature or cold hearted enough to understand this messed up concept. 

But at the end of the day, I’m part of this class after all. I’m talking shit about myself if I were to talk ill about my class. I can’t change it and even though I dislike a large majority of people within my class, they’re still my classmates. I guess this is what acceptance is, right? 

One thing though, that I’ll never accept or consider is being my fellow classmates friend. There’s this particular one, let’s call him Dylan. 

Dylan has been sitting next to me these past few days and he sure knows how to get on my nerves. He randomly advices me and just makes me look bad in my very own eyes? 

Once, I was minding my own business and doing my work when he decides to start his yapping session by telling me the five principles to live life by. He blabbered on for a while about being honest, having self respect and confidence, consistency and general things as such. And you might start thinking, “Wow Sahana, this Dylan guy seems exactly like the dude you need to make you enlightened,” but wait till you hear the hypocrisy. Dylan becomes a pussy when he sees his girlfriend. The minute he sees her, he’s her slave and just listens to her waffle on and on about stuff. 

Another incident occurred where he randomly criticises my personality and labels it as immature and childish. Well Dylan, you’re rigid and an airhead  but you don’t hear me saying shit about you, do you? 

Yesterday, his girlfriend texted me asking if I’m sitting with Dylan? And I seriously wanted to block that clown and his girlfriend. Cannot deal with jealous girlfriends, y’all. 

Soon after, he called me very inappropriate and unparliamentary names for, god knows why. He also kept fussing about me sitting with him. 

Later on, I ended up reporting him to my counsellor at school. Did I feel amazing after being the complain box of the year? Totally. But did he totally deserve it? Absolutely! Apparently, he thought I was spreading rumours about him in my class! Please, I’m too self-absorbed to spread crap about someone like Dylan! Anyways, me and him were made to sit miles apart! 

This was more of a rant about my horrible bench mate but thanks for tuning in and reading all the way guys. Truly appreciate it. 🤗🤗

Also it’s clear that not many people read my blogs and I want it to stay that way. This is an archive of my life, in my very absurd way of expressing it. There are few articles such as Maya that are so personal while others just express my general views on a particular topic. But I’ve been thinking, maybe it’s time I let other people into my mind. Maybe it doesn’t have to be a select number of people, rather a few more whom I know would love to read my works. 🤗

Also, wrote this piece a while back, so the timeline might be off. Apologies! 

Have a good day! 

-Sahana