(For the record, I don't know why I put cardboard box up there in the title. But I'll go with it if you do.)
Today's been a mixed bag. By which I mean, it was mostly not okay but somehow I still think it is. However, I happen to be a teenage girl, so sometimes I get my feelings mixed up. I shall try not to get my facts wobbly, though.
Anyhow, I sat next to my friend Emilee on the bus, and she brought her Hungarian dictionary with her. I did that weird thing of mine where I come up with something obscure to do, and so I said "Let's go to the Hungarian-English part and look up the closest word to our names and find out what we are!"
Which was pretty entertaining, until I realized I was a drugstore. (Pharmacy. Chemist's. Whatever.) Emilee was a floor, and some of our friends were interesting things like plants or the verb "to touch".
School was interesting. There I was during English, where I watched my old friends hang out with their new friends and not me, which is a pretty depressing thing except for the fact that I've kind of not tried to make friends with their new friends. I have no classes with them except for English, and sometimes I'm afraid they'll bite. Which, considering the kind of friends that some of my old friends were, they might actually do.
And in another one of my classes I was doing a worksheet and I realized that one of my friends was neglecting to do the work herself and instead asking me for my answers and copying them down word for word. Which was Not Cool, so I started saying vague things like "Oh, I think it's this" when I knew perfectly well what the answer was 'cause I'd already written it down.
It reminded me of seventh grade when I befriended these girls who I shouldn't have, because they asked to copy my homework. And other reasons. Of course I said no!
But the thing is, it's not always easy to see when someone treats you like a cardboard box. There are so many of them in the world and they can all do wonderful things for you until they get a little soggy or chipped or bent, but then you throw them out and get a new one. I'm not telling you to keep all of your moldy cardboard boxes, but I'm just saying that you shouldn't let people treat you like one.
I shouldn't let people treat me like a pharmacy. And no, I do not have drugs, FYI. Anyhow, I've been realizing that sometimes I'm just too nice to say no. I like being friends with everyone, but sometimes you have to be careful of the people who don't think you're a friend. You're just something they can use until you can't be used anymore. And I thought I'd learned my lesson before, but you can never be too careful.
This makes me sad. But at the same time it makes me happy, because I know I'm friends with people like Pepper who will never ever treat me like a cardboard box, unless she's a hobo and calls me home.
Today's been a mixed bag. By which I mean, it was mostly not okay but somehow I still think it is. However, I happen to be a teenage girl, so sometimes I get my feelings mixed up. I shall try not to get my facts wobbly, though.
Anyhow, I sat next to my friend Emilee on the bus, and she brought her Hungarian dictionary with her. I did that weird thing of mine where I come up with something obscure to do, and so I said "Let's go to the Hungarian-English part and look up the closest word to our names and find out what we are!"
Which was pretty entertaining, until I realized I was a drugstore. (Pharmacy. Chemist's. Whatever.) Emilee was a floor, and some of our friends were interesting things like plants or the verb "to touch".School was interesting. There I was during English, where I watched my old friends hang out with their new friends and not me, which is a pretty depressing thing except for the fact that I've kind of not tried to make friends with their new friends. I have no classes with them except for English, and sometimes I'm afraid they'll bite. Which, considering the kind of friends that some of my old friends were, they might actually do.
And in another one of my classes I was doing a worksheet and I realized that one of my friends was neglecting to do the work herself and instead asking me for my answers and copying them down word for word. Which was Not Cool, so I started saying vague things like "Oh, I think it's this" when I knew perfectly well what the answer was 'cause I'd already written it down.
It reminded me of seventh grade when I befriended these girls who I shouldn't have, because they asked to copy my homework. And other reasons. Of course I said no!
But the thing is, it's not always easy to see when someone treats you like a cardboard box. There are so many of them in the world and they can all do wonderful things for you until they get a little soggy or chipped or bent, but then you throw them out and get a new one. I'm not telling you to keep all of your moldy cardboard boxes, but I'm just saying that you shouldn't let people treat you like one.
I shouldn't let people treat me like a pharmacy. And no, I do not have drugs, FYI. Anyhow, I've been realizing that sometimes I'm just too nice to say no. I like being friends with everyone, but sometimes you have to be careful of the people who don't think you're a friend. You're just something they can use until you can't be used anymore. And I thought I'd learned my lesson before, but you can never be too careful.
This makes me sad. But at the same time it makes me happy, because I know I'm friends with people like Pepper who will never ever treat me like a cardboard box, unless she's a hobo and calls me home.
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