I usually try to keep clear of pitying others and thinking of their lives in a way that makes me glad i am where i am and i'm not where they are.
As this is unhealthy, uppity and sometimes can be damn right nasty. I am not at all a nasty person, nor do i think my life is above anyone elses.
But after running into an old highschool friend on the communication super highway we call "facebook" i couldn't help but feel sorry for the person she still was and the life she still thinks is cool to live.
Let me undo my nasty by explaining to you the reasons on which i base these thoughts on.
When i was young i had this friend, a friend who was perfect in every way. Had the perfect body, the perfect set of friends and looked to be living the perfect life, flaunting these things in every way possible.
This person also prided themselves on being a bitch. Making others around them miserable in any way possible.
Back then, it was cool to be the bitchiest, most desired girl in the school. This was cool and hey, we all wanted to be popular.
Time passed as did years, and now we are all grown up. Far from the complicated, confused souls we were as teenagers.
Everyone has gone on to do magnificent things with the life that god gave them. Everyone except her.
As i had a wall to wall conversation with this person from my past, I had come to the sad conclusion that time changes all, but not many.
She wrote to me of the same places, the same people, the same life. If it was a novel, i would have closed the book on the foreword.
She wrote out of sarcasim about my accomplishments. My beautiful son, my wonderful, caring, dedicated husband. My place of residence, my experience and myself as a whole.
I suddenly felt sad for her, for the person she was and the lack of growth she had done over the years. To be in the same place since birth and to not see the world, to be with the same dead beat man who shows no respect. To work at the same job as you did in highschool and still the same need to look down your nose at other people.
I felt sad for her. For her existence. As this was her world, her only world. The world as she only knew it.
If your still doing the same things you did in highschool and you still think this is cool, you need to break free.
I wondered why people choose to stay in one place, like a tree who plants its roots and doesn't move until its existence ceases.
I also wondered why she had bothered to contact me if all she was going to do was turn her nose up at my accomplishments?
I think i know the answer...
By putting people down around you, it is much easier to justify your own being.
I harbour no ill feelings. Only hope for her years to come.
As this is unhealthy, uppity and sometimes can be damn right nasty. I am not at all a nasty person, nor do i think my life is above anyone elses.
But after running into an old highschool friend on the communication super highway we call "facebook" i couldn't help but feel sorry for the person she still was and the life she still thinks is cool to live.
Let me undo my nasty by explaining to you the reasons on which i base these thoughts on.
When i was young i had this friend, a friend who was perfect in every way. Had the perfect body, the perfect set of friends and looked to be living the perfect life, flaunting these things in every way possible.
This person also prided themselves on being a bitch. Making others around them miserable in any way possible.
Back then, it was cool to be the bitchiest, most desired girl in the school. This was cool and hey, we all wanted to be popular.
Time passed as did years, and now we are all grown up. Far from the complicated, confused souls we were as teenagers.
Everyone has gone on to do magnificent things with the life that god gave them. Everyone except her.
As i had a wall to wall conversation with this person from my past, I had come to the sad conclusion that time changes all, but not many.
She wrote to me of the same places, the same people, the same life. If it was a novel, i would have closed the book on the foreword.
She wrote out of sarcasim about my accomplishments. My beautiful son, my wonderful, caring, dedicated husband. My place of residence, my experience and myself as a whole.
I suddenly felt sad for her, for the person she was and the lack of growth she had done over the years. To be in the same place since birth and to not see the world, to be with the same dead beat man who shows no respect. To work at the same job as you did in highschool and still the same need to look down your nose at other people.
I felt sad for her. For her existence. As this was her world, her only world. The world as she only knew it.
If your still doing the same things you did in highschool and you still think this is cool, you need to break free.
I wondered why people choose to stay in one place, like a tree who plants its roots and doesn't move until its existence ceases.
I also wondered why she had bothered to contact me if all she was going to do was turn her nose up at my accomplishments?
I think i know the answer...
By putting people down around you, it is much easier to justify your own being.
I harbour no ill feelings. Only hope for her years to come.
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