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Why are Women MEAN???

I was scrolling through Facebook earlier (yes, I should have been working, but I was taking a short break) and came across a post from a friend of mine:

“Every year around Valentines Day there is one of our doctors that gives everyone who works here a long stemmed rose. “Because every woman deserves a rose on Valentine’s Day” This doctor is off tomorrow so they were passing them out today. Guess who they looked at and kept walking by???? Yeah me. True story.”

WHY??? What was the point of this? To make her feel small? To embarrass her?

All they really succeeded in doing was making me MAD!! Seriously. I promptly ordered her some flowers and had them delivered today with a card that said they were from “Someone who thinks you’re Pretty Special.” Now, yes, she know I sent them. But her co-workers don’t. ūüôā They just see some beautiful red tulips (because EVERYONE gets roses! I had to be different) on her desk.

Yes, part of me wanted to rub it in their faces. They got A rose. She got a bouquet of tulips.

I didn’t like the way they made her feel — or how I imagine she felt — because I’ve felt that way.

Left out.
Ignored.
Excluded.
Inferior.
Unloved.

But she is NOT any of those things. She is WONDERFUL. She’s Smart. Witty. Funny. Wicked (in the best possible way). Beautiful, inside and out. She’d drop anything and everything for her friends and family.

She goes out of her way to make people feel cared for. Included. Important.

For these “women” to try to take that away from her just made my blood boil!!!

L. has been a great friend to my husband for a long time (no, we’re NOT doing that math), and (lucky for me) extended that friendship to me, even though she barely knows me.

She is Awesome! I hope she doesn’t let their pettiness get to her. There are people who believe in her. Who know just how Important she is. How Kind. Generous. Compassionate. Loyal. Gorgeous. And certainly more of a Woman than her co-workers will ever be.

Mean Girls may get older, but clearly they Never Grow Up.

Life is but a Dream

My 25th high school reunion was a couple of weeks ago. ¬†I decided not to go and my husband asked me why. ¬†I tried to tell him that I just didn’t fit in with those people anymore.

See, I transferred out of that school in the middle of my sophmore year. ¬†I didn’t graduate from there. ¬†I didn’t go to prom. ¬†I didn’t date anyone from there. ¬†I wasn’t in any of the clubs, or on any teams there. ¬†I missed all of that bonding that happens in the last 2 years of high school. ¬†I just don’t fit there.

Plus, high school feels like a dream. ¬†I remember it. ¬†I can feel what I felt, but it has no “reality” to it. ¬†I lived it, but it doesn’t feel real. ¬†It feels like a dream.

I’ve said that high school was “several lifetimes ago.” ¬†How true that is! ¬†I have changed SO much since then. ¬†I went to college. ¬†I dropped out. ¬†I moved (several times). ¬†I got married. ¬†I got divorced. ¬†I went back to college. ¬†I graduated this time. ¬†I remarried. ¬†I had kids. ¬†See? ¬†I am SO very much NOT the person I was in high school.

High School was a dream. ¬†A nice dream. ¬†(That school anyway.) ¬†But still a dream. ¬†One that I like to revisit in my memory, but like most memories, the dream is probably much better than the reality. ¬†So I will refrain from going to reunion. ¬†I’ll only see those people on Facebook. ¬†After all, FB has that same “unreal” feel to it, now doesn’t it.

Or am I the only one that feels that way?  Does that still feel real to you?

 

High School Reunions

It’s been 23 years since I graduated high school (I know, that makes me older than dirt). ¬†An old friend is trying to put together a reunion. ¬†I may not have graduated from this high school, but I attended school there most of my life and I consider it home. ¬†But in trying to help her find old classmates, I have begun thinking about old friends, new friends, and what it’s like to have a friend.

Old friends are great. ¬†You’ve known them FOREVER (or so it seems), yet after 23 years, marriage, divorce (sometimes), kids, career changes, moves, and all of those other life-changes that happen, are they really still “friends” or just people we used to know. ¬†They know how some old scars happened – first loves, first kisses, first car wrecks, the night you lost your virginity (and to who and whether or not it was any good), but what do they know about you lately? ¬†Are you still friends?

New friends are wonderful, too. ¬†They know all about your life now. ¬†They know whether you’re kids are driving you crazy today and you’re willing to give them away to the first sucker you find; ¬†or being sweet little angels you wouldn’t consider selling for a million dollars. ¬†They know if you’re rich or having financial trouble, if you are hormonal or even-tempered, if you’re fantasizing about jumping your husband tonight or smothering him in his sleep. ¬†They know it all. ¬†Except what made you who you are today.

The rarest friends and the best friends are both. ¬†They were there in the beginning, through everything in the middle, and came out the other side with you. ¬†Still standing beside you, supporting you and being supported by you. ¬†Laughing with you, laughing at you, crying on you, crying with you. ¬†They’ve celebrated every joy and grieved over every loss.

True friends are rare and precious. ¬†They are the ones you can call at any time and they’ll be there. ¬†Not with judgement or condemnation, just support and fellowship and love. ¬†Questions can wait til you feel like answering, IF you feel like answering. ¬†Secrets are kept. ¬†Details don’t matter. ¬†Helping does. ¬†Like the little boy who had a neighbor whose wife had died. ¬†He went over and visited. ¬†His mom asked him later what he did. ¬†The little boy said, “Nothing, mama. ¬†I just helped him cry.” ¬†That is a friend. ¬†How many of us have one of those? ¬†How many of us ARE one of those?

I hope each of you can count me as a friend like that. ¬†I will be there for each and every one of you. ¬†I’ll keep your secrets. ¬†I’ll hold your tears in my heart. ¬†I’ll keep you in my prayers. ¬†Please know that if YOU ever need a friend, you can call me. ¬†I’ll be there. ¬†No questions asked.

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