Why I Don't Care - Nerida C. Nyx

Why I Don't Care - By Nerida C. Nyx
Prologue: I was asked to write about what influences or influenced my personality by my teacher, so I guess I'm doing this. Somewhat unwillingly. I wasn't always this person you know. I used to care about things. I used to be enthusiastic and trusting. Well, people change.

Why I don't care - about Love
I was about eleven when I had my first crush. His name was Tristan, I think, and to me, he was just the most beautiful being. I spent every day thinking about this boy. It was a full-on obsession, like, I'm not even kidding. All-day long I would think about how I'd get him to notice me. Then one day, I had my eureka moment.

"You know what? I'll buy him cookies shaped like hearts! Then he'll know I like him!"

I bought him sugar cookies from our local bakery and signed them- with love from Nerida. I left them in his mailbox, rejoicing at my hexcellent idea. Afterward, he came up to me at school.

"Thanks for the cookies. Maybe you can come with my family to that fish and chips place" He said. I just gawked. He seriously thought I was going to eat fish.

Boys are clueless.

I gave up on love that day.

Why I don't care - about friends
I was in that stage where everyone was forming little groups or cliques. I was just thirteen and I thought I had met my best friend. She was called Annabelle, and she was really popular. She began to take an interest in me, and I was thrilled that the great Annabelle was noticing me. Awkward, dorky, plain old me. We used to go everywhere together, for a period of about two weeks. Then this new girl Lila showed up. As you probably know, it is hard to be a new kid. So Annabelle and I befriended Lila to make her feel at home. Seems like a perfectly nice thing to do, right? Well Lila hated me and stole Annabelle away from me. They formed a clique for popular girls and excommunicated me. Just my luck.

Why I don't care - about most things
In conclusion, I have really bad luck. Being apathetic was my way of coping with my awkwardness. It also makes me seem cooler than I really am. I might seem all aloof and cool but I am still a dork. I just hide that part of me. And I DO care about somethings. Music, my family, and my (few) friends. I am not a cold hearted statue. I still love. I still care. I just try not to.