***WARNING: Meggie getting petty here...read at your own risk***
I just set up a profile on Facebook, and have been reconnecting with many people from high school and college. It's truly an amazing thing, and I am sure the 17-year-old that thought it up is a multi-billionaire now. As I was looking at the homepage of one of my old H.S. buddies, I saw the profile of one of the "popular girls" among her friends.
Now, a quick bit of background info here. I was not exactly a member of the "popular" set in high school. Let's see, orchestra, A.P. Calculus, German...yeah, I was a giant dork. (You're saying to yourself, "Was a giant dork?") I know I am stealing this (credit to the original author, though I do not know her), but high school girls either get to be pretty or smart. Since I went through an awkward phase that started at age 11 and ended in about 2006, I was not considered "pretty". And, given the honors math, violin case, "Ich spreche etwas Deutsch", etc etc etc, I landed in the "smart" category. I have now decided that the "smart" category is the better place to be.
I looked at this girl's profile picture, and began to laugh. This girl, who was on the drill team, and probably in the Homecoming court, and one of the "mean girls", and treated me like cr@p through high school (and jr. high, for that matter), based on her "pretty" status...well...NOT ANYMORE! HAHAHAHA! The years have NOT been kind. She. Was. FAT. (Again, rolling on the floor laughing.) I didn't add her as a friend, and for all I know she is a hugely successful investment banker married to a doctor with 2.5 perfect children, a mansion in the suburbs, and a brand new BMW (to go with that extra 50 pounds...hope you have the suspension checked!). I KNOW that I am being hideously catty here too. Bad Meggie, bad! But I just couldn't resist the smug sense of satisfaction I had when I saw that karma had caught up with her a$$. I also feel a sort of redemption in realizing that all I had to do was stay the same. (I weigh within 5 pounds of what I did at 18...at 36. And I grew an inch in college.) (Ooh, just realized that 36 = 18 x 2. Ouch.) I guess it is more difficult to destroy smart than it is pretty... (And, yes, maybe I am a wee, tiny bit bitter...ahem...sorry...)
(DISCLAIMER: If she has some horrible medical condition or has to take some medication that caused her to gain a ton of weight, I am dreadfully sorry. But she looked pretty healthy to me...)
Gotta go get fluent in Spanish. (Or at least, marginally less illiterate in Spanish.)
Still paying attention...
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