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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. 🙂 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?

 

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