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.