Thank you, I'm flattered. I really enjoyed talking with you and being mischievious ;) I love making people laugh (also harassing and little pranks).
I too wondered about mean people in high school. Eventually I realized, some people are just selfish and arrogant. I felt for the ones you could tell had struggles. Even became friends with some of them. I would have had enough and finally say "why are you picking on me? I'm sorry if I did or said anything that upest you. I'd like to be your friend but for some reason you don't like me." This usually made them feel "allowed to vent" what was going on in their life. I'd listen and care and through that we became friends. Of course, later on I'd find out that friendship apparently did not mean that much to them.
I'm very excited about moving. I know location doesn't change things but I think it's symbolic of the changes happening in my life.
I don't think anyone can ever know everything about someone. Most people, I believe, have at least one thing they'll never tell another....I could be wearing clown shoes right now and taping celery stalks to my head, dancing around, singing "I'm the gazelle from hell, here have some peanut butter"...and no one would ever know. Then they'd meet me and be like "she's so...FREAKY! Run, save yourselves!" ;)
I too wondered about mean people in high school. Eventually I realized, some people are just selfish and arrogant. I felt for the ones you could tell had struggles. Even became friends with some of them. I would have had enough and finally say "why are you picking on me? I'm sorry if I did or said anything that upest you. I'd like to be your friend but for some reason you don't like me." This usually made them feel "allowed to vent" what was going on in their life. I'd listen and care and through that we became friends. Of course, later on I'd find out that friendship apparently did not mean that much to them.
I'm very excited about moving. I know location doesn't change things but I think it's symbolic of the changes happening in my life.
I don't think anyone can ever know everything about someone. Most people, I believe, have at least one thing they'll never tell another....I could be wearing clown shoes right now and taping celery stalks to my head, dancing around, singing "I'm the gazelle from hell, here have some peanut butter"...and no one would ever know. Then they'd meet me and be like "she's so...FREAKY! Run, save yourselves!" ;)
Reply
Leave a comment