I had a very small group of "select" friends. Each of them was unique in their own very special way - I didn't much care for the girls who trotted around in high heels and make-up like it was a fashion show. Most of them weren't the brightest buttons in the box! My friends consisted of a couple of skater "dudes" - but ice-skaters; a girl who was only 3 foot 9, but had a personality bigger than the entire year put together; a guy and a girl I'd known since we were all years old; and a few of the science nerds who were actually eally good fun to know! We were the oddballs that didn't fit in with the other clics, but fitted really well as a little group of our own
and I woudln't change a thing! Actually - I'm still in regular contact with one of those skater dudes and we even dated for a while at one point a few years ago!! He's a real sweetheart when it comes to his friends. He was delighted when I named my son Alex - he thought that I'd named him after him (truth be told there was a little bit of that because he'd helped me soooo much while I was pregnant) so I just let him carry on with being thrilled! He's a funny soul!
All in all I was a bit of an oddball - did the work I needed to, but could be really strange if I wanted to.
I love to look back on school years now and see where a lot of people are - I have to be really honest that I find great enjoyment in seeing how screwed up the lives of my bullies are now. They had it all in school - or at least they thought they did - they had no problems in rubbing that in peoples faces and being ruthlessly cruel at times.... I find it amusing that they should be the first to walk up to you in a bar and make with the nicey nicey talk.
I felt really deliciously horrible one night when I was out - I was stood at a bar minding my own business when one of the girls who had tortured me something rotten every year I was at school, came up to me and started with the nice talk "Ooo hi, remember me? What happened to you - what are you doing? You look soooo good these days!" - I looked her up and down, noted the weight, the unwashed hair and the acne, looked up and said (pretty much how I looked in high school!!) "yeah.... what happened to you?" Then I walked off. It felt good to get revenge. Sweet are 4-5 years....