Part 2
After 5 PM when my mother swooped into the house like Superwoman and rescued me from an approaching nervous breakdown, the day considerably improved.
We had a two-mile road race at practice, and I ran 14:2?, which was okay. My mile splits were pathetically amusing. 6:50/7:30. Nice and even, eh? Oh well.
Some of the girls and I went to see "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" at 9:50. It was a good movie, chick-flick, yes, but hey, that's what we liked about it. MINI SPOILER There was this one part - a touching scene between a daughter of divorced parents when she's crying and spilling her guts to her dad about how she feels about their relationship and asking what she did wrong and generally letting all her pent-up emotions go. /MINI SPOILER
Everyone was quiet, touched, and feeling the girl's pain. I don't mind admitting that I teared up a little bit. I wish I could do what the girl did, but then I don't think it would affect anything. But that's neither here nor there.
I looked a couple seats down to catch a certain person's reaction, and oh God, I wished so much that I had been sitting next to her, just to squeeze her hand or whisper comforting words or something. Anything! I'd never seen her look so ashen-faced and I could practically see what she was thinking, and I just wanted to bethereforher. Say something, say anything, make it better, share her frustration, just be someone who understood. Just...do something to make it right, make it okay.
I don't think anyone else noticed (probably a good thing), and in a second, the scene ended, and it was gone. I wish she would talk to me about it. She'd be mad if I brought it up though.
I hate it when this happens, and it's the second time it has struck me this hard. Second time I could honestly talk a thing out with someone because I've been there and I really know how it feels, not just one of those people who say they do. I HATE being younger. People don't want to go to a younger person for help - it makes them feel ashamed of themselves for looking down for guidance. But it shouldn't. Experiences don't pick people on a scale of age...they just happen.
On an up note, Traveling Spankies, here we come!
We had a two-mile road race at practice, and I ran 14:2?, which was okay. My mile splits were pathetically amusing. 6:50/7:30. Nice and even, eh? Oh well.
Some of the girls and I went to see "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" at 9:50. It was a good movie, chick-flick, yes, but hey, that's what we liked about it. MINI SPOILER There was this one part - a touching scene between a daughter of divorced parents when she's crying and spilling her guts to her dad about how she feels about their relationship and asking what she did wrong and generally letting all her pent-up emotions go. /MINI SPOILER
Everyone was quiet, touched, and feeling the girl's pain. I don't mind admitting that I teared up a little bit. I wish I could do what the girl did, but then I don't think it would affect anything. But that's neither here nor there.
I looked a couple seats down to catch a certain person's reaction, and oh God, I wished so much that I had been sitting next to her, just to squeeze her hand or whisper comforting words or something. Anything! I'd never seen her look so ashen-faced and I could practically see what she was thinking, and I just wanted to bethereforher. Say something, say anything, make it better, share her frustration, just be someone who understood. Just...do something to make it right, make it okay.
I don't think anyone else noticed (probably a good thing), and in a second, the scene ended, and it was gone. I wish she would talk to me about it. She'd be mad if I brought it up though.
I hate it when this happens, and it's the second time it has struck me this hard. Second time I could honestly talk a thing out with someone because I've been there and I really know how it feels, not just one of those people who say they do. I HATE being younger. People don't want to go to a younger person for help - it makes them feel ashamed of themselves for looking down for guidance. But it shouldn't. Experiences don't pick people on a scale of age...they just happen.
On an up note, Traveling Spankies, here we come!