All through high school, he'd been one of those beefy football players. He was one of the macho types that slammed his buddies into the wall for the laughs between classes. This uneasy status quo endured, until his group of low beat, flat brimmed, alphas unanimously turned their backs on him, demoting him to a beta.
His doe brown eyes still brimmed with all the hints of hurt; the kind of fear that exists beyond the conscious periphery. The terrifying knowledge that one day, everyone could reject him all over again.
The past lives on in all of us. In him it existed in his upright aloofness, a defensive wall intended to dissuade people from the idea of being anything deeper than mere acquaintances. Coupled with his self-centered ego, he had a paranoid tendency towards depression, because he constantly assumed the worst out of everyone.
The bizarre paradox this posed overwhelmed his mind. Had the four year old rejection been caused, or was it the cause of, this anxious uneasiness? His transformation was incomplete without the realization that all people are faced with the same doubts and insecurities everyday.
The worst of them mask their fears with aggressive enthusiasm. The kind of silver lining that betrays the dark cloud hidden behind it. In all honesty, there are no easy answers to life. There are just more questions.
In short, he was still the person he had been four years ago, albeit now with shoulder length dreadlocks and a new found passion for spray paint.
They all liked him immensely.
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