rocmysox01 wrote:Well, he's in my highschool, and all I know about him is that he has no friends, he sits by himself at lunch, on the bus, and in the morning and sleeps. he walks around looking depressed all of the time, and doesn't have very good eye contact, or looks very uninterested when talking to people.... He's smart, but he doesn't apply himself because he doesn't really care about grades. He has siblings which he isn't very close to, and he seems to keep away from most of his family members. He stays very covered up, even in the summer, wearing a jacket and hat. If he enters a classroom he picks a seat farthest away from anyone. I have had a conversation in which he seemed very nice complementary, and surprisingly un-shy, however, he would seem to back up slowly every once in a while. People are friendly to him and try to be his friend, but he avoids them, and never initiates a conversation with these people..... does this sound like a schizoid?
I wish I could remember the exact lyrics. It's a song from The Who, for us old people one of my favorites. I might be wrong about that. Good song. I'll take a stab at the lyrics, "See the man behind the sad eyes, take his hand, you'll be suprised."
Sounds more like me in high school and I'm PPD not scizoid. I'm not close to my family and I always set away from others but always in the back of the room. I was very shy, going into school could be so hard on me I'd shake with fear. Going to the office would leave me twitching. It was horrible. I missed a lot in high school becasue I was so sure everyone didn't like me.
Please reach out to him but when he responds and I'm 99% sure he will, don't keep him all to yourself, help him get involved with what's going on at school. Don't give up if the first try doesn't work. I'll tel lyou why....
I was walking in the door and this sexy tiny redhead stood in my way and gave me a sly look. I was about to wrap my arms around her and bury my head into her chest, but someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see who it was. When I turned back around she was gone.
I found her on the classmates board 20 years later, no 25 and told her I was sorry and explained what happened. At first she told me she didn't even remember it. But we've talked a lot since then and she told me she remembered cause she wanted to smother me in kisses. She said I was so quite, and kept to myself....
I never forgot her... Ahh sound like a couple of people you know? She and I often wonder what could have been, we still have a spark. Don't let it happen to you, try to keep those times where you wonder what could have been down to near zero. Go after him. Put you number on paper and hand it to him. If he doesn't call you, ask him for his. Be bold. I think you'll do fine. I'm saying this because the time you did talk to him, he seemed to really be hungry for it. But it might take some doing, he may not thing he has a chance with someone like you. Don't leave it left undone!