Me and My Eighth Grader Syndrome

After putting a lots of thoughts on it, I kinda realized that I had a serious case of eighth grade syndrome once upon a time...(around the time when I was in the eighth grade that is) (You can already guess how stupid I really am after having a look at that BIIGGG A in the beginning of this article as well.. Oh! and dont get me started about the layout f my blog...Somewhat Eighth grader syndrome... or atleast something I shall regret over in the future for being stupid). To some  of you who....(Wait! spoilers alert... this post os filled with lots and lots of monologues)(Okay, as I was saying..) To some of you who dont know what eighth grade syndrome is,(first of all,Dude! seriously?) here's the definition extracted from google-"A period of time when one is searching for oneself. Can also be when one wants to act more adult-like such as drinking coffee black despite hating the taste of coffee in general. Often results in shame, disgust, and the wish erase that period of time from existence in later years" or " "Eighth-grade syndrome" is a condition where people believe they have super powers." Unfortunately for me,  the latter definition befits my condition more accurately.

  While I did act like a total zit, I never actually had an urge to go back to time and bitchslap my old self for such ridiculous acts. I mean, come on! It doesn't hurt to have a creative mind does it? Thinking back about those times usually amuses me and also brings a satisfactory smile to express my amusement. Using telekinesis to lift up a plastic bag or maybe leaves or twigs or anything worldly during a windy day while swaying the hands ridiculously like casting a magic on something (sometimes the other hero with whom I shared the control over my body with would use that power to try and lift up skirts as well. Such pervert, not me though.), Talking to that other hero who lives inside my body often in order to get some intellectual advice (I don't want to admit it but yeah I had a habit of talking to myself), making a secret compartment inside my layer(room) to hide the elixir of life from the evil organization ( usually would be a chocolate and we all know who the evil organization is), spending an entire day trying to create an awesome superhero costume to fit my superhuman powers (maybe now they know why I'm good at drawing), making preparations for zombie apocalypse, plotting to rob the world bank, honing the ninjutsu,taijutsu and genjutsu with other elite ninjas (more like elite victims of 8th grade syndrome), trying to solve serious cases (like who stole the pencil/pen or who has a crush on whom) with the world class detectives(again, more like world class retards), trying to make girls fall for you with your special 'The god of conquering' powers (yes! people who don't watch anime have no clue of what I'm talking about do they?), trying to use the power of your armored hand to use the BOOOSSSTT(yes! while we are talking about anime and hypothetical powers.. we all know why and where boost is used [no more comments]),finding the greatest treasure in the world maybe?... And many other world class problems that were solved by the protagonist, Me myself the great(est douche). Its too long of a list to be mentioned here, and the funny thing is most of them happened last year as well (Well.... Damn! should we call that the eleventh grade syndrome now?)
If you have read it all the way down here then you probably have a lot of free time I know many of you had(have?) this syndrome... Why not waste a couple more of the minutes and share your experience? How did it manifest in you? come on! comment damn you! silent readers!! have fun!!! Comment down or I shall write your name in my Deathnotee!! (Okay I'll stop now)

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