Monday, September 15, 2014
Back To 1984
Last weekend, my hubby and I ran into a woman we went to high school with, and I was instantly transported back to 1984. She didn't like me back then, and apparently she hasn't changed her mind.
In the course of our brief encounter at the store on Saturday, she gave me a once over and a curt hello, then turned to my husband as if he were her long lost best friend. Very strange.
But even stranger was the way I immediately felt like an awkward teenager, being ignored by the popular girl.
For the purposes of this story, I will call her Sue. Sue and I could not have been more different during high school. I was the tall, quiet intellectual type. My activities included honors classes, basketball, yearbook editor, and volunteer club. I became "sort of" popular when I started dating my now hubby. He was the Ferris Bueller of our class, and everyone liked him. And if Ferris was dating me, I must be okay.
So the "in crowd" tolerated me - except for Sue. She was the pretty, petite, outgoing cheerleader. And she did not care for me one bit. At the time I had no idea why, but in hindsight I'm sure she liked my boyfriend. During high school she was rude, dismissive, mean, and always made me feel like I didn't belong. And in my teenage insecurity, I often believed her.
In all honesty, I had completely forgotten about her until last weekend. But as soon as she rudely turned away from me, I felt like the quiet, insecure seventeen year old again.
Which is ridiculous. Since I last saw Sue I have gotten a college degree, had a successful career, married my best friend, raised two great kids, and currently run a business.
I quickly regained my composure, but I couldn't get the incident out of my mind. I understand high school politics, but what makes a 47 year old woman act like that? And why would I let Sue make me feel bad again?
Good questions for my therapist, if I had one. All I know is, Ferris and I happily got into the car and drove away. And hopefully I won't have to see Sue for another thirty years.
On a lighter note, this weekend I set up an Instagram account. In my quest to lessen my anxiety, I decided to join #100HappyDays as a companion to my daily gratitude journal. Every day I'll be posting a picture of something that makes me happy. I hope you'll check it out, and maybe join yourself!