Sunday, February 18, 2007

Theory Proven

Over this past weekend I have proven a theory.
I am not a typical teenager.

I went to a sleep over party for my friend's birthday and don't get me wrong, the party was fun but some of the kids annoyed me.

One girl wouldn't stop calling me Hilary and it was so obnoxious. Once or twice it was funny but then I started to subtely hint I didn't like it and said "My name is not Hilary, It's Emily." and she's like "No its not, its Hilary."

Another girl wouldn't stop talking at 2 in the morning so I had to pretend to be asleep to actually fall asleep.
But she wouldn't shut up... It was 2:45 before she got quiet.

Being accepted into the 'group' per se, and being called awesome and socializing with kids my own age is a big deal for me and has come to be a rare occasion.
But I found out that this is not really a big deal for anyone else. So basically it's worthless. They could just call you awesome because that's what they feel like saying.

My opinions, personal space, and being told you aren't like are also big deals to me.
Telling me you don't like me all of a sudden after calling me 'officially awesome' just because i don't like one thing someone else does, is a point or two against you.
Hanging your arm on my shoulder and pretending to hit me in the face is another several points against you.
Needless to say, I don't like that girl. I quickly learned you can't care. I mean, you can CARE but words that come out of mouths that often spit out random things (often as in almost every time) should not be cared about.
You want someone out of your space you tell them.
They don't like you. "Not my problem."
Its in quotes because I actually said that.

But this girl was like a horse.
Not just because she was obese either.
She was pushy.
She wasn't the obvious pushy type but she might qualify in the lower, not quite brutal sections of pushiness.
While writing this Im reminded of my horsemanship classes.

If you want her out of your space, then get her out of your space. You are the boss, you are in charge, tell her to get out of your space and mean it


Im glad I won't have to see that girl ever again.


I used to wish I lived in my friends' neighborhood because they had friends everywhere but now Im glad I dont live somewhere like that because most of those girls were crazy!

There was one quiet girl who was kind of nice. She didnt say much. She reminded me of the girl from The Ring



because she had long dark hair that sort of hung in her face a little bit.
She also sort of reminded me of me because she was quiet and off to the side.
Except I feed off of other people's emotions and since I was with friends in a comfortable, familiar surrounding, I was as giggly and almost as random as everyone else at the party despite the fact I only knew the girls who lived there and one other girl.

So I used to be curious about what highschool was like... I had this exaggerated (is romanticized the right word?) idea of lots of friends to hang out with, plenty of cool extra classes to take, all that good stuff.

But I dont think I would last a day in a typical highschool.
What with all the judging of people, meaningless words, sudden personality changes and immature people.
I just wouldn't be able to take it.

I already know Im mature for my age but I've been to a college a couple times and I dont know if that would be any better... Unless that was just that college.

I guess eventually I'm going to have to deal with people I don't like and who seem completely retarded to me so I should suck it up but I haven't blogged in a day or two.

That's my excuse. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go play pacxon.

3 comments:

Šørën Kïêrkêgåårð said...

You make some very good points, and practically nailed every thing I've ever thought, and felt about high school and sleep overs all in one post.
Bravo.

Now I must find out if my friend is actually going to spend the night at my house tomorrow night.

See how my life works out?

skatey katie said...

em, i think you are really insightful.
this might sound cheesey but i always tell my kiddos that good friends, ones you can walk with, fit into the proverbs 17:17 category. be nice to all the others, but guard your heart.
*kate climbs down off spiritual soapbox*
i'm gonna show this post to R13, if you don't mind.. lol

Rick said...

Just wait until you have to work with people like that. And you don't have a choice, but to be nice to them, since you won't get a paycheck to support your family if you're not.

Enjoy being a teenager. Giggle. Laugh. Have fun. The time for being irritated with people on a regular basis will come soon enough.