Why I Hate Most Boys

Yeah..... Today, I just realized how much I hate boys still.

For the first eighteen days, it's been going pretty well to what was expected. I have decent teachers that give a balanced amount of work, I have a challenge but it's not challenging to the point of being overwhelming, unless I procrastinate. I'm staying fit in my weight training class which is hard indeed, and the boys aren't quite as bad as I expected..
Not quite.

For the first 18 days I haven't had any negative encounters with boys, until today, I remembered.
At least they don't do anything to me, like they used to in middle school. I was harassed quite a bit in those years.
But, overhearing the crap they say can be enough.

Started in weight training class, where I had expected assholes to linger. During most of the time they've been silent as we did out thing, so it wasn't too bad. They didn't bother me, one of the only two girls in the class, to my relief. But today, they decided, to talk about Pokemon porn. Wow. I wonder to myself, sometimes, did they look it up on google? I don't really want to know. I heard them talking about Futurama porn and Pokemon. And, that's all I heard, because after that I completely blocked them out. I continued my exercises in our station, and stayed a few steps back from them at all times, as I didn't want to hear it. Three of them talked about it, one of them laughed and said they were perverts, another told them to shut up (the one who's kinda my friend in the class), the other said nothing.
On the way down to the weight room, one of them was carrying a spray can of Axe or whatever, the cologne. I hate those things. They smell terrible and all gross and guys think it smells good. In middle school a guy tried to spray me with it, which pissed me off. So I avoided them as well...
We were doing the push-up position held for 30 seconds, and during such they continued talking of porn, and the guy who's kinda my friend knocked over the guy who was talking porn. I shook my head to myself, but was happy that the guy would at least shut up.
The guy who got knocked over pretended to be hurt but he wasn't.

The second case was while I was waiting for the bus. I overheard a conversation between Chad and some of his friends. Chad I knew in Elementary school, he was the tallest boy at the time, and the girls liked him. I didn't like him, didn't really know him in truth, but I knew of him well enough. His dad died when he was in fifth grade..
"I had a chance to punch him in the face at the dance"
My gaze turns to look at Chad, source of the voice.
"He was being a fucking fag, jumping around and going 'we're at the dance! We're at the dance!'"
"Did you get drunk first?"
"Nah, but he was being such a fag, I mean, duh we're at the dance"

I was glaring at them in from the corner of my eye, but I doubt they noticed nor cared.
Why the hell do these idiots get drunk? Why do they hurt people for acting like 'fags'? God, I hate them. I hate even more that he was a childhood classmate.

Third case was, the freshmen boys at the back of my bus. Last year, my bus was the best. It had a really nice fun bus driver, and everyone on the bus would joke but not be loud.
This year, we have so many idiots. There's a group of guys at the back of the bus who make so much noise.. And the girls chat noisily as well. The boys at the back of the bus are yelling at the top of their lungs "SLUGBUG!!!!" whenever they see one of those long bug cars. There's a parking lot of them that we pass, so they yell it over and over, and I want to go tell them to shut up.

So I get so stressed out on the bus, and I hate the boys so much. Especially since they yelled "Fuck you!" and gave the finger at a bus of middle schoolers. Wow. .. Mature.
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My little brother is going in the right direction, I'm happy to say. Boys tend to kinda decide whether to be an idiot or not when they're freshly teenagers... I'm glad my little brother is the sweet kid he's always been.
I'm a bit grumpy, so sometimes I don't embrace it enough. But he always stops to give me a hug and sometimes holds my hand when we go on walks. I'm glad his peers haven't messed him up to be embarrassed to do things like that. I'm not the best older sister, I must admit.. I say no when he wants to play video games, and get annoyed when he hugs me too long when I'm writing something that I know he's looking at.. But he's a good kid.

It would be so sad if he started doing drugs or something.. I can't even imagine that. That'd be amazingly stupid of him.

I know that he's in the right direction, because on our walk, there was a boy skateboarding while smoking his cigarette.. When he passed, Carson looked at me and said "what an idiot!" I almost laughed, because I've seen so much worse, I think. He continued saying "He shouldn't smoke while skateboarding, and smoking by itself is bad enough..!" "Why, because he might burn his eye out if he fell?" I asked, "Well, don't go into detail.." he replied. Good kid. *chuckles*

Anyway.. It's back to having headaches. Not as bad as last year, but still a pain.
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I guess I'm easily irritated, but still.. they're pretty stupid.