Ah, the teenage years. How I miss thee.
We were three good friends that whittled down to two when one guy moved for Bermuda. We were gym fanatics, computer fanatics and bike fanatics. I was always, but always out and about exploring but always with my best pal. We sort off shunned other people because they couldn't be as disciplined as us. I despised fat kids and their lack of willpower to hit the gym 6 times a week and run 6 times a week.
I was in love with a girl that lived down the road from us, the same age as me. She was in love with me but we were both too shy to do anything about it. It was only years later we talked and laughed about it. Funny how we both knew and wasted the time doing nothing. When she got married that first thing she did was Facebook message me and said 'It could've been you'.
Me and my pal double dated two girls we met at a public swimming pool. I gave my name as Eric (after Eric Draven in The Crow who was THE movie of our formative years) and he called himself Dillon (after Dillon McKay on Bev Hills 90210). They never knew.
I was a Japanese culture fanatic. Bruce Lee fanatic. Marilyn Manson fanatic. Occults fanatic and bodybuilding fanatic. We loved Quest For Glory games and spent days, weeks playing and replaying it.
Ok, too much info really.
In short, a loner along with my two best pals, awkward with girls, dismissive of other boys and hated authority with passion.
