Loara High School - Seaxe Yearbook (Anaheim, CA)

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The Social Mi'sh4t The social misht tries to pull his head out of his body. He looks at the world through opaque eyes. His only virtue is silence,- to the others his speech is garbled nonsense. His brain is a wet mass of cluttered highways. He does not think, he plods and reacts. He watches the party in full swing, the people having fun. He is no different from anyone else. He just wants to be loved and have a Hiend but he doesn't know how, uneducated, and he goes along, stumbling throzzgh life, ready to lose his balance. The pleas of social misfits Q11 upon deaf apathetic ears. He hopes that someone will notice htrn if he is quiet enough. He is sadistic shunning Hiendshrp inviting loneliness. He knows what the problem is, but it hurts too much to Hx it. Acting against his conscience, what he feels. Contradictory feelings split his mind. He both loves and hates friendships, people, himself He wears a mask over his face and looks human, covering a face writhmg in pain. He does not like to talk to peopleg he is a misfit. Would he be better off dead? ask his Hiend . . . The want of someone to talk to stabs at his heart, like a cold ice pick, as he ends his day. It grabs him about his chest with a myriad of cold fingers. Aloof He thinks he is so smart but he is the only one who knows it. He reads and does not understand, experiences and does not feel, desires and can never have. The social misfit is not a wandererg he knows what he is looking for - Someone to love. He will never stop searching. And to that person he will appear beautiful. He will not be tongue-tied. He will be intelligent and happy. Christian Brannstrom , ff . Q 2 ,J Wh V N - 3 , ' X i T ' - - . 'i g 1 -fkvfv, 34 1 7-li ,mst 33,4 5 21. 5, F55 3- if tags, My ' ie V I V 1 D., 'X .J I J ' ' , .algo . 2 L . a A ?fb.:I's1'i Xwifvmfe-'95 f? gq'1O',.', X Q44f,y.QSA A M .sa ' V- T f. 'b'Y f gs I 'a Ap 0 if I fx X 8-2 1 12' 1 ,f ' p if . i ' , Ja .1 Q ,E 1 T 0 . - W 71 ,HV rl I ' .. . ' I A, , 5 g , 3 I i f . 1, 5 ' .,,, v :I X 0.7, Q , , f 5 41 T gl 3 if fig I M 14 T V 1 I F ' ' Peggy Bustillos David Brooks

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