Mind you, I am not popular. I am not. I remember when I was younger, I could have been. There were these four little girls who always sang and danced at recess, and they were the popular kids (this was in elementary school, mind you). As for me, I sat on the sidelines with my two friends (my only two friends) as we played games and stared at the abandoned house on the other side of the fence. We were the outcasts, just because. On more than one occasion, the "leader" of the popular kids (her name was Ashley... go figure. Nothing against any Ashley's out there, but isn't that the "stereotype" name for the popular girl?) told me that if I quit talking to the two friends I had, then I could hang out with them. I didn't like dancing, though. I declined.
In middle school it was the same. Different people, and different friends (both of the elementary school friends went elsewhere), but the same situations. However, I wasn't offered any place in the "in" crowd this time. Still, the popular were the same. Nice hair, nice clothes, and, for the most part, snobby personalities. Gossip and rumors was the lingo and picking on the withdrawn was the game. I wasn't really picked on after I resorted to violence, so it wasn't my problem. Still, it bugs me to think of these people.
High school was slightly better. The popular didn't resort to backstabbing quite so often. They had more fun just being looked up to and being able to hang out with anyone they wanted to. Given that it was maturity kicking in, I liked this group. Some of the popular kids were even nice, overall. Beautiful, popular, well-dressed, but nice. I really didn't have any friends in high school, but I enjoyed it well enough. The children of elementary school had been worse, even if only more immature.
Now I'm in college, and I can't even tell who is popular or who isn't. I can tell who has friends, but there isn't such an air of "I am better than you." I'm sure it's in here somewhere, but if I don't see it then I can enjoy the absence.
Well, I have to go now, so this rant shall cease.
Ja ne.
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