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I looked like I should've been the bookworm. Poor vision, hair parted on the side, bad taste in clothing. However, I was a complete slacker. I had very few casual acquaintances, but a few good friends. No parties, no sports, half my time in detention, low self-esteem. People liked me well enough, but I had issues.
I also had this sneering arrogant loathing of people who identified themselves by the group they hung out with, and deliberately refused to dress like any of em -- metalheads included. I thought everyone was a sheep. But I never told anyone.
As a result, I didn't look rebellious, but I was. I came off as the weird kid who wears his coat indoors. I didn't come out of my shell until college.
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