School. I dread the day I have to send my daughter to school. Not her play-school, but real day to day school with exams and all that nonsense. Why? Well, because with school comes all the rest of the package, and the most dreaded peer-pressure and bullies.
I was never a big fan of the school environment. Especially high-school. See, I wasn’t your popular cheerleader material who made heads turn with every swish of my skirt. I was your typical scrawny glasses wearing geekoid complete with braces and a head of mushroom hair. To feel a more sense of belonging, I joined as many clubs and societies as I could. I was Betty and Rachel all in one.
Although I’d like to believe that I managed to ignore most of the taunts very well, I still remember every single one that was shouted out at me or said behind my back, loud enough for me to hear. Especially from two particular people. One of them even used to loudly say things within his circle of friends about me, right there in the middle of class.
Perhaps he might have forgotten all the things he said, but I remember them all. Why should he remember, it was all a big joke to him after all. It is very unfortunate that lessons from his mother never got to him to respect other people. People like that don’t realize that things they do or say affect people for the rest of their lives. I never felt confident about my appearance for the longest time although I tried my best to put up a positive front. The only people whom made me feel good about myself were my mother and my best friends. Hence why I love my besties to bits and pieces.
Yesterday, one of my best friends told me that she’s seeing him, as in they’re constantly going out together. She used to be involved with this person aeons ago but then he broke it off. Now, she tells me that he’s in her life again. Of course, I flipped.
I had previously told her that I hated this person at every level of hate one could have, and once again I reinforced my feelings. I said it in the bluntest and direct manner I could that I was fine accepting all her previous boyfriends, regardless how they were, but I will simply not put up with this person who once made mocking and taunting me a fun activity in his life. Also, that I had seen him hurt her once, I wasn’t going to sit through it again.
I guess my being brutally honest was a bit too much for my best friend.
She’s pretty much ignored my texts and phone calls since then (Update : Best friend said she was not ignoring me, but was knocked unconcious by flu medicine, hence delayed replies in messages). I suppose I should have been more sensitive towards her feelings, and maybe I reacted the way I did due to personal vendetta. A little selfish of me perhaps, but I honestly feel that she deserves much better than that and my over-protective instincts just kicked in to full gear. She’s been through so much already that I just couldn’t bear to witness another scenario where she’s being taken for granted.
So I sent her a text message to apologize (since she didn’t pick up my calls) and hopefully, she’ll forgive me for being the annoying buddy that I am. I felt that I was merely looking out for her but I guess there’s only so much one can do or say.
The guy once asked her if she had to choose between him and her friends, what would she do. She told me she said she’d choose her friends of course. But I guess if he brings her the happiness that she’s been longing for, then it’s time for her friends to let go… me especially.