It's not like I'm a bully or anything. In fact, I'm one of those people who firmly believes that if you have a problem with someone let them know. If you've told them and you still can't work it out, just agree to disagree and keep the hell out of each other's way. BUT there's this one girl I know who, every couple of years, shows up and reminds me that deep down I have the potential to be a really horrible person.
When we were 11, our lockers were next to each other, so even though we weren't in the same class, we saw a lot of one another. She was one of those girls who had her friends, but because she was just that little bit more, different, some of her friends wouldn't go too far to quash all of the rumours that went around about her. And at an all girls' school, some of those rumours were pretty venomous - at least they were at the time to our impressionable young minds. She was obsessed with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and I don't mean the show. Her family were naturalists and if you went to her house you'd be greeted by her naked mother who would escort you to her bedroom where she'd she sat, also naked. She never washed. She had relations with her brother. And the worst one - she would masturbate in classes. That was the worse rumour cause there'd always be people around you when you heard about it claiming to have been in said lesson when said incident occured.
As I said, I wasn't in her class so I tried to shut the rumours out and just form my own kind of relationship with her. Unfortunately for her, I'm a pretty high maintenance friend and she just didn't do it for me. She didn't make me laugh, and although she was sweet enough, she could talk the hind leg off a donkey and never got the hint when you subtley and politely tried to exit conversations. If you were friends with a friend of hers, she would cut her eyes at you when you spoke to them until you had finished and then she would proceed to smile and be your friend again. I became good friends with her best friend in 6th form and she boycotted us both for a month. In short, I didn't take well to her, and I think she knew it. Especially when I started the 'Cut Your Hair' campaign, aimed at her 14year old self. She used to have hair down to her waist, her pride and joy and didn't we know it. She'd flick her hair all over the place when she spoke to you, and used it to illustrate her stories. If you were caught in a comic story, she'd try to tickle you with it. Greasy or freshly washed, boy did she love that hair, which is why I think the campaign took off. People in other classes, in other years would mutter 'Cut your hair' behind her in the locker room. Girls would shout 'CUT YOUR HAIR' across the playground at her. She became withdrawn and focussed on other things I guess. She would even come and make a point of showing me when she got a trim. It was never enough for me.
Anyway, I've just found out she's engaged to be married now. I'm still single. What
goes around comes around I guess. Oh, and she never did cut her hair either.
When we were 11, our lockers were next to each other, so even though we weren't in the same class, we saw a lot of one another. She was one of those girls who had her friends, but because she was just that little bit more, different, some of her friends wouldn't go too far to quash all of the rumours that went around about her. And at an all girls' school, some of those rumours were pretty venomous - at least they were at the time to our impressionable young minds. She was obsessed with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and I don't mean the show. Her family were naturalists and if you went to her house you'd be greeted by her naked mother who would escort you to her bedroom where she'd she sat, also naked. She never washed. She had relations with her brother. And the worst one - she would masturbate in classes. That was the worse rumour cause there'd always be people around you when you heard about it claiming to have been in said lesson when said incident occured.
As I said, I wasn't in her class so I tried to shut the rumours out and just form my own kind of relationship with her. Unfortunately for her, I'm a pretty high maintenance friend and she just didn't do it for me. She didn't make me laugh, and although she was sweet enough, she could talk the hind leg off a donkey and never got the hint when you subtley and politely tried to exit conversations. If you were friends with a friend of hers, she would cut her eyes at you when you spoke to them until you had finished and then she would proceed to smile and be your friend again. I became good friends with her best friend in 6th form and she boycotted us both for a month. In short, I didn't take well to her, and I think she knew it. Especially when I started the 'Cut Your Hair' campaign, aimed at her 14year old self. She used to have hair down to her waist, her pride and joy and didn't we know it. She'd flick her hair all over the place when she spoke to you, and used it to illustrate her stories. If you were caught in a comic story, she'd try to tickle you with it. Greasy or freshly washed, boy did she love that hair, which is why I think the campaign took off. People in other classes, in other years would mutter 'Cut your hair' behind her in the locker room. Girls would shout 'CUT YOUR HAIR' across the playground at her. She became withdrawn and focussed on other things I guess. She would even come and make a point of showing me when she got a trim. It was never enough for me.
Anyway, I've just found out she's engaged to be married now. I'm still single. What
goes around comes around I guess. Oh, and she never did cut her hair either.
posted by KJT at 9:41 pm
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