I felt like I was in high school this morning. I had the equivalent to the thought: “Why is she more popular than me?”
Once I realized that it’s really hard to be the most popular girl once you graduate, I quickly changed my thought to: “Well, why doesn’t she like me?”
I hate days that start off this way. Most of them don’t. Most of the time I’m just too busy to really and truly care. But occasionally, when I decide to look at Facebook before I drink a Diet Coke, I care.
I don’t look at others’ lives and think: “They’re life is so much better.” I usually think: “I wonder how they staged that one.”
My high school nemesis was: “Why don’t they like me? Why wasn’t I invited? Why can’t my hair stand up that high?”
I am more mature now than in high school. In general. On a Tuesday. And I have coping methods to waive away pity parties. (Unless I bring cake. Then I eat the pity party cake before waiving it away.)
Exercise generally helps. So today at 9:45am I put on a bathing suit and did a few laps.
Because nothing is better for a low self-esteem than putting on a bathing suit.
What do you do when you feel like you’re back in high school?