Well... you know the weirdos (I was one of them I can call myself that), that people don't know what to do...
The sort of lumped you in the running for most creative.. which was a politically correct way to say you are "too strange for us".
I have another story regarding homecoming.
I was really punk.. with army clothes safety pins, combat boots,e tc.. I sat nex to the other punk guy, who was into goth...as well.
We were friends, nothing ever more.
Now, I did have history class with all hte "popular" cheeleader types.
Now, some decided to be spiteful.. and they nominated this guy and myself for homecoming king and queen.. sort of like a demented Carrie (member that movie?) joke.
We were supposed to get upset, and instead we voted for ouselves. If we had won, we would have just dressed up normally, played the Sex Pistols, and either mooned or gave everyone the one finger salute!