When I was in elementary school, I had the 'luck' of being in a school that was more like a war ground. I swear to you, I grew up with the most malicious, conniving, and genuinely mean people there ever was. You would think with this perspective I must have been the kid that they all picked on. BUT it was much worse than that. I was one of the 'popular' kids that followed around the one lead drone who made our class mates life hell, and us - her friends - her followers life even more hellish. We were in constant fear that this girl would exile us to the others. She would turn us on each other, and it was obvious she was the root of the groups inner fights, but we would never call her on her shit ... she was the queen bee ... we were her dolls. I actually had a girl get mad at me once because we never got into fights, and real friends get into fights. That is how I lived from the age of four, until the last half of grade 6... so i was what? 12! I just spent my whole life worrying I would piss off this main girl, and that it would be all over. And then half way through my grade 6 year, I just got up and walked away. In the middle of lunch or something, I just couldn't do it anymore ... and I spent the last half of grade 6 being a loner. Which was probably the most worth while time I spent in that school.
I think we are all wondering what the point of this story is .... my point is this: I at the age of 12 got up and walked away because I realized how ridiculous that lifestyle was.... and now at 22 I am watching another group of acquaintances live that EXACT life. They are all high and mighty about who to bring down this month, and they all look to a couple leaders to think for them. Luckily for me, they aren't my friends, and I don't have to deal with their antics, and their obvious need for attention. My problem stems from being made a target of their grade 2 drama. I don't care what any of them think because it is unfounded, ridiculous, and the workings of one or two people... and the rest of their drones just jump in the pool to be accepted. It is funny how people will attack you for what they are most insecure about in themselves.
Finally, I think the funniest part of this whole situation is how this whole group of people RIP into each other. IF they only knew what their precious gang was saying behind their backs. Honestly dudes, and dudettes, I doubt you read my blog - but if you find yourself here and still reading... a word of advice I learned at the age of 12: grow up, get your own mind, and get over yourself....
fin.
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