Remember back in high school, the terrible girls who were always there to stir things up? They were the ones that were the leaders of the pack that made life miserable for so many others. You know, they would have their specific spot in the lunch room. Gather in the parking lot of the school gossiping. They’d play the teachers and principals by being so sweet, sucking up to give them priority in class. Always striving for favoritism. I never had time to play that game in high school; I started working at 13 years old and kept focused on my own business. That, itself, was hard enough to keep a grasp on.
If I may, I’d like to quote a John Mayer song. “I want to run through the halls of my high school. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. There’s no such thing as the ‘real world,’ Just a lie we have to rise above.”
The sad thing about these girls is, they never truly graduate. Some may look back on their nastiness and feel remorse and make a change. Others may get kicked around by the real world and gain a different perspective on life, causing them to soften up. But most of them? They stay the same. Those nasty girls in high school simply have a change of venue. They become grownups and moms that make people’s lives miserable. As adults they often marry rich; they are the stay at home moms with too much time on their hands. Now, DON’T GET ME WRONG. Those women who are “stay at home moms,” the ones that actually take care of their kids, have the toughest job ever. I’m talking about the moms that spend their days serving themselves and their drama. Going to the salon, the spa, the mall, leaving kids with a sitter while spending their husbands’ money. They always have to be the center of attention and if they’re not, poof! Out of nowhere comes some tragedy or drama to deal with. It is THOSE that I speak of. Ugh! As much as we dread it, these mindless bimbos who do nothing but think of themselves will always exist. They never grow out of their self-serving ways. Those who choose to actually raise our children or decide to be a person who does things to better the community have to somehow find a way to co-exist with them. Me? I just don’t play. I choose not to participate in their little reindeer games. I’m kind, I smile, wave and I’m on my way. I would rather participate in a benefit for St. Judes Childrens Hospital. Gather gifts for children with the Salvation Army. Be an ambassador for the Special Olympics or take advantage of the many opportunities to help people in this world, than to be the most popular mom at school. I get along with everyone. I teach my child to be kind, compassionate, respectful and helpful. That is where my priorities lie.
So if you think once you get out of high school you’re free of the “mean girls,” you’re mistaken. Those wretched witches never “graduate” from the person they were. They stay that way unless they take the time to look at themselves and make a change. Most of the times, they just look at themselves and see that they’re perfect just the way they are (of course).