I didn't really want to be on the team, but the shrink-type person at school had said that I needed to take part in more school activities and volleyball seemed like a good idea.
Ooh. Ouch. I avoid the school shrink types at all cost, or I'd probably have the same thing going on. I don't think ours is actually a shrink or anything, though. Which is unfortunate, because they're even less qualified to muddle in your life.
Seeing as pretty much everyone on the team strongly disliked me (granted, that was probably because I was such a bitch), I always felt like I had to overcompensate and dive insanely.
That's probably the reason I started doing it too. I was the quiet kid on the team that didn't go to their school (they were mostly the Catholic school kids, as I was playing for the parish up the road from my house) and I knew they talked about the few public school kids behind our backs, and yet I had this obsessive need for people to not think badly of me. So, diving. But it's almost worse now because I never know when they're going to ask me to play, and it's an adult league so they're all 14-44ish years older than me, so I'm diving to make them think I'll try so they'll ask me to play again, but as I didn't know I was going to be playing, I don't have kneepads.
that sort of rash/skin scraped off thing you get on your stomach when you slide on a gymnasium floor and your shirt wasn't tucked in
Oh, I know those well. Don't think there's an actual term for it being from a gym floor, or if there is, I'm not privy to it, but it's like a cross between rug burns and road rash, no? Your word sounds as good as any.
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Ooh. Ouch. I avoid the school shrink types at all cost, or I'd probably have the same thing going on. I don't think ours is actually a shrink or anything, though. Which is unfortunate, because they're even less qualified to muddle in your life.
Seeing as pretty much everyone on the team strongly disliked me (granted, that was probably because I was such a bitch), I always felt like I had to overcompensate and dive insanely.
That's probably the reason I started doing it too. I was the quiet kid on the team that didn't go to their school (they were mostly the Catholic school kids, as I was playing for the parish up the road from my house) and I knew they talked about the few public school kids behind our backs, and yet I had this obsessive need for people to not think badly of me. So, diving. But it's almost worse now because I never know when they're going to ask me to play, and it's an adult league so they're all 14-44ish years older than me, so I'm diving to make them think I'll try so they'll ask me to play again, but as I didn't know I was going to be playing, I don't have kneepads.
that sort of rash/skin scraped off thing you get on your stomach when you slide on a gymnasium floor and your shirt wasn't tucked in
Oh, I know those well. Don't think there's an actual term for it being from a gym floor, or if there is, I'm not privy to it, but it's like a cross between rug burns and road rash, no? Your word sounds as good as any.