I know you’ve all been patiently waiting, not that you had a choice, but thanks anyway. First, before I begin, a disclaimer:
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
That being said…
If you see yourself in any of the characters described, that is a you problem, and ought to be treated as such.
Now on to the show!
My life has always been sort of a cinematic event. This past week was no different. Yet, despite all the talk, it was still rather anticlimatic.
To put it simpily, I was Mean Girl-ed. I wasn’t going to write about it, because let’s be real, there is more important stuff going on in the world right now, but it really is great material, not only for this blog, but also for life.
For starters, you may be wondering what being Mean Girl-ed entails. The term in and of itself is a reference to one of my favorite movies, Mean Girls. Specifically referring to the scene where queen bee, Regina George, is kicked off of her lunch table because she’s wearing sweatpants. I mean, that wasn’t the only reason, but it was the piece of straw that broke the camel’s back.
Now, I wasn’t ejected from my lunch group for wearing sweats, but there was a piece of straw that did some breaking of backs. “These Are Not Your Friends,” a piece by yours truly, evidently struck a nerve with the group of girls I eat with. Apparently, people don’t like it when you call them out on doing shady shit. Especially when you’re telling the truth. It’s easy to hide behind a lie. But when it’s honesty, and I mean 100% pure fact, as that article is, there’s nowhere to hide. And that makes people belligerent.
How was I ejected you may ask? Not gracefully, is my response.
The fact of the matter is plain and clear and really not too hard to understand, though obviously a large demographic is having trouble comprehending it. So I will do my best to explain and break it down even further.
You cannot control people.
You. Whether that be in a group or as an individual. Cannot. As in, you will be unsuccessful in any attempt to: Control. Refereing to any tactics used by you to get someone to act a certain way. People. This one speaks for itself.
I will say this one more time: You cannot control people.
And, you cannot control me.
Mean Girling someone is an attempt to use hurtful language and mob intimidation tactics to push them to behave in a way which is desirable and beneficial to the group and/or whoever is leading said group. It is petty, and in this case futile.
It’s intentions are similar to that of the act of leaving a nasty comment. People say mean things because they want a reaction. Look.
And yeah, in case you were wondering, it sucks. And yes, being told that “everyone hates you,” and that “you can’t sit here anymore,” also sucks.
But you know what else sucks? Allowing people who don’t matter to control how you feel about yourself.
There comes a time when you have to make a conscious decision to be apathetic towards the things which are of little use to you. Mean comments, and mean high school girls both fall into that criteria. Along with “homework free weekends,” which are a farce because teachers just make everything due the day after you get back, so you have to do it over the weekend or else you’re screwed Monday night. Nonetheless, you can’t hold on to that stuff.
I’m not saying it’s easy to easy to let things roll off your back. It’s actually very hard. Can you imagine having eight people look you in the face and tell you that they hate you? Or waking up on Thanksgiving morning to ten messages all saying variations of the same thing: you’re insecure, you’re a bitch, you don’t have your own life. Can you even picture taking that all in, and telling yourself not to care?
It is hard. But it’s necessary. You cannot let the opinions of other people dictate the way you act or the way you feel. You cannot allow them to control you. Because if you do, what are you, but a reflection of someone else?
You must be resilient, if you want to remain yourself. You also have to consider, is it worth allowing a group of people to mold you, if it means keeping them happy? Personally, I ask myself this question each time I blog. I wonder if it’s worth expressing myself, knowing that there will be backlash. As you can see, the answer has always been yes, it is worth it. There being only one reason for this: I will be damned if I let anyone but me decide how I’m going to live my life. I hope everyone learns to think this way. Do what you want. Be aware of the repercussions, but do not allow them to limit you.
Because, as Cady Heron once said, “The limit does not exist.”
You also can’t give them the reaction they’re looking for. I mean, there are so many mean things I could’ve said in response to everything, things that I’m betting most of you were hoping I’d say. But I don’t need to- you’re probably already thinking them yourself. But you shouldn’t do that, it’s not nice to call people names.
Anyway, just a little window into all the BS I have to put up with. Crazy stuff doesn’t happen to everyone, but it happens to me. I think it would be a disservice to you all if I just kept it to myself. So don’t worry, where there’s a story I’ll do my best to share it.
Despite the negativity, I’m going to keep writing, keep stepping on toes, and you, my fans & my haters, are going to keep reading. Because let’s be honest, it’s not like there’s anything else going on in Princeton. Unless you can sneak into an Eating Club. Then for the love of God, do that instead.
Until next time,