if we stare at dirt long enough, the dirt will stare back at us.

my bullying some kid in middle school was a strange experience. he would continually tease me on purpose even as i stabbed him with a pointy end of a ruller or even throw a chair at him, in between daily chases and punches on the shoulder. it was quite bizzare, in retrospect, because he would express his admiration of my academic skills, and show up at my birthday party, where i threw his shoe out the window. he invited me to his house once, where i treated him with respect, of course.

to this day i have no explanation of his behavior, leaving me baffled and confused.