Post by Hyro on Mar 1, 2017 22:53:32 GMT
“I highly doubt that,” Drake replied in response to the dating comment, seeming rather unamused by Jack’s confidence. He had gotten rather defensive though, which the boy noticed.
“A therapist is paid to fix people like you, which I have no interest in doing.”
Exploit was a better word for what he was doing, so as to put this jackass in his place. Zak’s response to inform the boy of what happened at school further helped his dissection of Jack.
“No friends. So no one who cares about you… I’m willing to bet your family gives you everything you need minus affection - they probably don’t know how to handle you either because you push them away.”
“No friends. So no one who cares about you… I’m willing to bet your family gives you everything you need minus affection - they probably don’t know how to handle you either because you push them away.”
“So you’re all alone in the world, but of course your ego won’t allow you to admit to yourself that you might very well be lonely. And you’re bored all the time. You keep hoping you can get a kick out of something. You WANT to interact with people, but you don’t want to get close to people, so you choose to harass them instead. All the perks of human interaction minus the commitment. Even if that means giving away money to a street performer because at least then you’re getting some kind of entertainment out of whatever interaction ensues. Am I hitting the hammer on the nail here?”
Some part of Drake hoped Zak was paying attention - the high schooler could easily use this information to his advantage in the future if he so desired, and maybe even keep Jack at a distance at school.
“That’s a sad existence, really. You get your temporary kick and move on until you need more. You’re no better than a drug addict. You say you could get a date easily, but until you learn to get close to people, that won’t happen - not that you mind, I’m sure. Because you’re afraid to get close to anyone, anyway.”
Another realization struck the boy. “Yes, you're a afraid to get close to anyone... Which means… Someone must have hurt you in the past. Someone you were close to? Or perhaps someone you tried to get close to… Maybe there were many failed attempts. Mmm," he mulled, "You know, there’s a word for people like you.”
Drake tapped his finger on his chin, forehead creased in concentration as if he were trying to recall what that word was, though he already knew. “Ah, yes. Pitiful. You’re pitiful and pathetic. Until you learn how to get past the closed off shell you’ve created, you’re nothing but a sorry waste of space. How’s that for a tip?”
Brutal. Though justified in Drake’s eyes. His attention turned to Zak briefly. “Save your breath. Don’t give him the time of day, he’s not worth it.”
With that the boy adjusted his guitar case one last time and turned to leave. He saw no reason to stick around any longer, plus he was getting rather hungry.