when i was in seventh grade, we went on a trip to washington d.c. and one of the girls i roomed with gave me her number and told me that she gets so many texts that sometimes she misses some, so if she didn't respond just text a couple more times and she'd respond.
i texted half a dozen times and she never texted back.
when i was in eighth grade, we took a survey of foreign languages class and one of the girls at my desk clump told me that she'd follow me back on instagram if i liked every single one of her pictures.
i liked years worth of pictures and she never followed me back.
when i was in tenth grade, my best friend told me that he like-liked me and when i couldn't say that back, he gave me a reese's (two peanut butter cups) and said that we never had to talk about it again.
i wanted to want him so badly and when i did, he'd already moved on.
when i was in twelfth grade, i got drunk for the first time in my friend's bedroom on green apple vodka that her older brother had gotten for us and when we were lying in her bed together she told me that she liked me.
i lied and said i didn't like anyone like that.
in season 3 episode 11 of the west wing, josh lyman tells his on-again-off-again girlfriend that he studied hard all through high school and college and "i missed something, or it's like i skipped a year, because i never learned what you do after you think you like somebody. what you do next. and everybody-everybody did learn, a lot of other people anyway."
i never learned how to study, but i still skipped that year.
i can't tie the threads of my own life together; i can't web weave my way out of this and into meaning. i just missed a step somewhere - a step that everybody else took. and maybe all the other steps after that, too.