weird story, but i think when i was 6 or 7, i got milk out of my grandma's fridge since we didnt have any. but since i was a wee baby that you could use as a football (or rugby ball, idk, im not british), i couldnt tell that the milk i was pouring into my lucky charms had lumps of ice in it. so my cereal had some crunchiness to it. my sister saw me eating the icy cereal and looked at me in disgust. i later found out that there was milk in our fridge, it was behind a bottle of cacique crema. (mexican cream)
i never did understand the "unpopular kid" shtick. no one in my schools were popular, but no one was really, "unpopular" there were some quiet kids but they eventually became lively after a year or 2.
