When I talk about people on this blog,
I like to use fake names.......
ESPECIALLY when I talk badly about someone.
I will do that now. Let’s call him... “Boris”
Boris was my first real “friend”
(in elementary school)
I didn’t like him... and I still don’t.
Boris was aggressive and boring.
Boris and I had NOTHING in common.
He tried to be my friend
because he had no friends
and I had no friends. But I didn’t want friends.
Buuuuut, it is hard for me to say no.
I was too kind.
Sometimes,
when Boris came to my front door,
I would hide.
I often told my father to lie for me.
He did. He told Boris that I was not home
many times! And then I played Mario :)
My father was great!