A Harsh to Heart Conversation Lexon and I were sitting on the couch in the main room playing a RPG game after a long day. A day of exhaustion. I was so prepared to put on my best show today for my club, but at the last minute, everyone canceled. I was really bummed out. I worked so hard to prepare for that presentation. I just wished that someone would care. We had lost the game and the “Game Over” text had appeared in front of a black background, with the options to either “Quit” or “Try Again” . Lexon: Ugh! We lost again! My abrasive friend said. He then looked at me, and noticed my frustration. Lexon: Hey, you gonna restart? Monic: Yeah… I said in a melancholy way. Lexon then placed one leg on the couch and then faced me. Lexon: Hey, what gives, Monic? Monic: Oh, it’s nothing. Let’s continue, please! Lexon: Jesus, everytime you say “it’s nothing,” it’s always something, so just let it out already. Monic: What!? How did you know? Lexon: Because it’s obvious. What’s on your mind, bro? He might be abrasive, but maybe not as much as you’d think. Monic: I’m just feeling a little frustrated. Lexon: What? Is the game too difficult? We can switch if you want. Monic: Ehhh, no. I love the challenge! I always do! Lexon: Okay, then what’s the problem? ‘Cause I hate seeing you depressed. Monic: I’m… I’m just upset about my club. I feel like no one actually cares about it. Lexon: What do you mean? We’ve had some regulars checking in! Monic: Well, yeah, but that’s only two people! And they’re both your friends! Lexon: So? They like anime. That’s the point, right? Monic: It’s not just about the anime, though. I wanted to open this club to try and socialize with new people, and maybe try to find a sense about who I am and what I want to do with my life. Lexon: Ahhh, that just got deep. I thought you wanted to be an animator! Monic: I never said that, did Feather say that? Lexon: No, I just assumed because you draw your little characters all the time in an anime style! Monic: That’s true! I do like drawing sometimes, but I just don’t see myself doing that as a job. Lexon: I get it! Monic: Yeah! Maybe if more people would join, I’d become able to make more connections with people, and find out what they like, then maybe, I’ll find what I like and look into things I want to try doing for a living. But… when I see no one coming, or… last minute cancellations, it really hurts my soul. Lexon: We can always try again! It’s not the end of the world! Monic: But we’ve tried so many times! Do they just… not want me here? I just don’t get it… I felt myself beginning to tear up. Lexon then snapped his fingers rapidly. Lexon: Hey! Don’t start crying on me! Monic: I can’t help myself, okay? It’s just, sometimes I feel like nobody understands me. I don’t even understand me, and I feel like you don’t either, because you’re pretty mean to me. Lexon looked down, he knew he was right about that. Then, he looked at me again and sighed.
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