Mean Girls, and my childhood.
Today I went shopping for furniture. I felt really good about everything, until a girl about my age was staring at me. At first I did not really think about it that much, until she started talking shit about me (quitely so I would not hear it, but I did), pointed and then started giggling (but trying to hold it back so I would not see) Then her Mom looked at me and then started laughing too.
It really took me back years, to my awful childhood and teenage years. I wanted to walk over and give them a piece of my mind, but that is not how I am. I know that people talk shit about people they see, not everyone but a lot of people do (I never do, unless they are mean or treat others unfairly)
I ran off, and hid behind a pile of boxes that held office chairs. There I cried, felt silly; like I was fourteen again. I am twenty-five and should have moved on, but I do not think I can ever be fixed. The bad feelings and memories always comes back - mean girls always make them come alive again.
It really took me back years, to my awful childhood and teenage years. I wanted to walk over and give them a piece of my mind, but that is not how I am. I know that people talk shit about people they see, not everyone but a lot of people do (I never do, unless they are mean or treat others unfairly)
I ran off, and hid behind a pile of boxes that held office chairs. There I cried, felt silly; like I was fourteen again. I am twenty-five and should have moved on, but I do not think I can ever be fixed. The bad feelings and memories always comes back - mean girls always make them come alive again.