|Some things I remember. In a very elephantine way.
||[Oct. 12th, 2010|10:30 am]
So here's a funny story from my last high school reunion. |
I'm in the ladies room, washing my hands, debating the futility of touching up my make-up and a woman comes out of one of the stalls. Calling her a high school nemesis would be an oversell. It's really hard to describe her without relying on tired cliches: older brothers always in trouble, lots of black leather jackets, wallets on chains, motor cycles in the driveway, smoking in the girl's room...
And she pushed me around a bit, although by then I was hitting my stride in riding and swimming and other athletic pursuits (okay, shotput) so, it was mostly mean-spirited teasing or smart-mouthing. But mostly I just tried to ignore her.
Fast forward to our ten year high school reunion. There I am, deciding that I would touch up the lipstick, but screw it, the lighting was dim; no need to engage any other make-up. And this chick walks up to the sink to wash her hands. We did a little bit of hey, how've you been, yada, yada. And as she's drying her hands and walking out she stops and says "Isn't it funny, how much we hated each other in high school, but now that we're older and more mature, we get along just fine?" And I laugh and say "yeah, isn't it?" and she walks out.
And the door closes behind her and I said "Except I still actually hate your guts."
And the stalls behind me erupted in giggles.
Because, dude, I hold a grudge. I will forgive almost anyone, almost anything, if the contrition is genuine. If enough time has passed and I have seen enough character improvement. But I will NOT forget. Once, you were systematically mean to the weak. Now, you'll need to prove yourself -- because frankly, if you're still a mean bitch...I will trample you without guilt.