In high school, we had a science fiction club. I was vice president in my senior year. A year after I graduated, I was hanging out with some fellow graduates and one of them said, "How come you hated Christine so much?"

"Who?"

"Christine Smith. The blonde girl?"

"The blond girl who wore all those surfer shirts?"

"Yeah. Whats so bad about her?"

"Nothing. She was always so quiet. I barely remember her."

"Yeah, well she practically threw herself at you, and you treated her like she didn't exist."

"She did?"

"Yeah. We even tried to make it easy. We set her up at parties to talk to you, and you just acted like she wasn't even there. You were so rude."

"I literally had no idea. I totally would have dated her."

"Yeah, well, too late. She got so depressed after you graduated, that she ended up dropping out of everything and tried to kill herself. Shes been hospitalized and her parents moved away to be with her. Like, couldn't you gave even said hi? Just because you made vice president of the club didn't mean you were better than her or something."

I literally had no idea.