Thursday, December 04, 2008

If I don't love me who will?

I'll never forget it... I was in 7th or 8th grade, walking home from school, running through the days events in my head.
 
I was thinking about the particularly bad lunch period that day when I inadvertantly pissed off an upperclassman by sitting in her seat at the lunch table.  And not moving. 
Little did I know that I had made an enemy who would treat me with great animosity throughout my high school career. 
 
This was when I was struck by the realization that everyone may not like me.  Up until then I was laboring on the delusion that I was warm and funny and beloved by all.
 
I was heartsick that there was someone out there that didn't like me.
 
Thirty years later, I just don't care if you like me or not because I am fabulous (or that is what I tell myself!).
 
As for the girl was so mean to me?
 
Sad to say, she got cancer and died before she was 35.
 
 
 
 
 

6 comments:

Allknowingjen said...

Is this some kind of a... threat? Are you saying that if I don't love you then I too will suffer the consequences? Well rest assured, I think you are warm and lovely and fabulous (even though we've never met! ;)

Stephanie said...

Ugh...high school. Such warm fuzzy memories. NOT.

So...I wanted to check in with you: have you sent out your Blogging by Mail package? You're one of just 3 I've yet to hear from, and I'd love to get this round finalized.

Hope to hear from you soon, and thanks.

Knitting Kris said...

On my, I know the person you are talking about. High school memories can be very painful (I have a few myself).
I remember all of our funny, silly times together at musical practice, which is where I really felt that I got to know you better. Listening to Tracy Chapman! :)

Jenster said...

It must have taken a lot of energy for that upperclassman to be so mean to you. If only she had known how short her life would be, she probably could have directed all that energy to something better.

Liz said...

What jenster said. What a waste of time, no matter how long you live.

34 Years said...

'High school' and 'warm and fuzzy' just don't go together.

Anyways, I love ya and all your dry wit!