Why is it that life after high school feels even more like high school ? When we go off to college you want to be apart of the most popular social groups, when you get your first job you want to impress all who are above you, when have a baby you make sure your child is dressed the best ,even thought they don't know if they are wearing Ralph Lauren or if they are wrapped in toilet paper ! As adults you would think that being part of the "in" crowd would be beneath us but it's not if fact to some it is the most important factor in their life !
My husband and I went to a social event this past weekend and we were the first to arrive. We took our place at a table and waited for other to arrive. As people began to trickle in I notice how they scanned the room for who they want to be seated by. I even felt a little intimated that no one would sit by us. To my surprise the "beautiful couple" asked if they could sit with us !! it made us feel good about ourselves !! But why , why should something so little make us smile inside? I even thanked her for sitting with us and told her my worries of left sitting alone and she responded " I know what you mean. Sometimes it feels more like high school than high school felt like high school." It's good to know I'm not the only one who thinks like that even the "beautiful people" have worries.But again it raise the question Why ? This whole High School complex doesn't change my beliefs nor doesn't it really change the relationships I have with the people closest to me.It doesn't even change me as a person it does however change my actions in some settings as my observations has shown others change as well. At one place and time they are one person and at another place they are completely different. I guess we never really graduate from High School.
Monday, February 23, 2009
High School
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