The other day, my mom IMed me to let me know she was emailing me my sister’s senior pictures. They made me notice that an awful lot of time has passed in a way that my own birthday didn’t, and it made me think.<\/p>\n
When does highschool end?<\/p>\n
No, really, serious question. When the fuck is highschool going to end<\/i> already?
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\nI’d hoped that, by now, I could interact with people and not be subjected to the Queen of the Populars Clique vs. the Queen of the Outcasts clique scenario, the bitchfests and the general pathetic drama-shit that is the retarded social structure of highschool, but it never ends<\/i>.<\/p>\n
I’m now convinced that these cliques exist in nursing homes….<\/p>\n
I don’t want to sound like a hypocrite, but: it’s time to grow the fuck up, people.<\/p>\n
Let me explain. By grow up, I don’t mean ‘give up videogames, stop playing with toys and get a career as an accountant or something equally dull and responsible,’ but, ‘stop acting like it’s terribly important to peck the omega-chicken’s eyes out, you fucking hen.’ This isn’t a chicken farm, and it’s certainly not the lunchroom. It’s time to upgrade social skills, and stop acting like it’s terribly important to sit at the right table, lest you be talked about in bad ways at said table.<\/p>\n
If you can’t leave it behind, I guess that’s fine. Just don’t expect me to have anything resembling the respect you think you command for you, and certainly don’t expect me to fawn over your group and try to become part of it. I was on the outside in highschool, and I now understand that this was a very good<\/i> thing.<\/p>\n
This is the sort of thing that makes me very glad I don’t make friends easily, especially in real life. I have a hard time dealing with this sort of retarded shit. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The other day, my mom IMed me to let me know she was emailing me my sister’s senior pictures. They made me notice that an awful lot of time has passed in a way that my own birthday didn’t, and … Continue reading