WHAT THE HECK.
What. The. Heck.
I just got scolded on Facebook by a popular girl named Shelby, due to the fact that I answered a question on that game that you answer yes or no questions about people and they can automaticaly see the answer. On October 2nd, I was asked "Is Shelby [last name] a good athlete?" and I answered no, because all she does is cheerleading [naturally]. I checked today and she left me this comment on that post:
that really mean! Why are you being a bully!
I have several comments on that post.
Number one, when ending a sentence that asks a question, you would end with a question mark. The correct grammar would be "Why are you being a bully?!", and saying "that really mean" does not make sense. the correct format would be "That was really mean!" or "That is really mean!".
Secondly, in our school, we have been taught that the definition of a "bully" is a person who does actions to intentionally hurt someone repeatedly. I have never spoken to Shelby once in my middle school career. I know her from school, but since I have never spoken to her, I cannot be a bully to her. I don't talk to popular girls because I believe that I am better then to sink to their level of ignorance and because I haven't the faintest idea what I could say to someone popular that wouldn't result in them saying "SHUT UP, ERIN!"
Thirdly, another reason I chose that answer was because back in July, she answered a question on the game "21 Questions" and said yes to the question "Does Erin [last name] 'recycle' dirty underwear?" I am a firm believer in karma, so I felt that she needed that to come back to her. She's a real snot to EVERYONE, and I felt that this was my once chance to get back at her without commiting social suicide. So my response?
i was joking around ^_^ and i haven't done it more then once.
Her reply?
what ever!
MY reply?
-.-
Popular people are just....ugh to me. The ones at my school make me want to throw up on their Hollister flip-flops. They think they're all that and that they rule the un-cool kids. They've driven me to the point where I'm willing to smack any one of them that gets in my way >:(
For one, they make all the "un-cool" kids feel bad about themselves. I'll admit it, I have low self esteem, thanks to the popular kids. Not just the girls, but the guys, too. They can be more rude then the girls, at times. Whenever I attempt a conversation with a popular person, they usually give me a look that says "Kay. You're uncool, so don't talk to me, kay kay!" or say "OH MY GOD, Erin SHUT UP." There have been countless times that I've been laughed at and made fun of because of who I am. I was invited to one of the friendly popular people's birthday party last year, and hardly anyone talked to me except my friend Josh and a few other people. One thing I did notice was that none of the girls even looked my way. They all huddled in a group near the MP3 player that was playing our music. I was also busy beasting up the party center's Beatles Rock Band game.
And another thing, they hide all their cruel jokes with "Just kiddings" or "I was playing around." or something along those lines. If any of you read my doll, Bethie's, blog, you would know that Bethie is/was tormented at school by popular people. Guess what? Those stories are based off of REAL experiences of mine. The jerk, Sal, who steals away Bethie's heart, but tears it into tiny pieces on countless occasions? Real person, except without the part about Sal loving Bethie, because unfortunately that doesn't happen in Erin's life. The mean girls from Brick Stone Junior High School, Miranda, Kimmy, and Shelby? Real people who made my 6th grade year a living heck, except the name Shelby was changed because the name of the girl who really tormented me is the name of a close friend of mine on YouTube. I bet you can determine where the name-change came from. Bethie's former friend, Veronica? Real person, except I never lost her like Bethie did. Most of her experiences are based off of mine, except with fictional twists to make the story more interesting.
Back to the topic. On Facebook [why do these things always happen THERE?], there is this "rating game". I was rated by a person [popular, thankyouverymuch] a THREE. And when I commented "you would say that." He commented back "jk jk jk" and I said "suuuure" because I knew he wasn't "just kidding" with me. The way he treats me, a three is actually a good number. I'm sure three was the best he could come up with that wouldn't hurt my feelings, because the scale of one to five is not small enough for me.
Another ranting topic--looks. The populars are shallow as KIDDIE POOLS. If you don't straighten your hair every day, wear makeup that makes you look like a raccoon, or if half your closet isn't composed of Hollister, Abercrombie, or Aeropostale, congratulations, you're officially an outsider! And it's even worse for the guys. The girls do all the crazy shenanigans listed above, and the guys are attracted to THEM ONLY. The pretty girls with no personality. And of course, there are plenty of girls who's looks aren't bad on the outside, but they are amazingly funny and talented on the inside, but since everyone only sees the outside, they are casted adrift in the cold, dark sea that is the group of outsiders.
I'm never going to get asked out by anyone throughout my high school years, which is perfectly fine with me. I'd rather focus on studies and friends to get me into college, and I'll be a thriving photographer in New York City and they'll be selling milk to old ladies in a convenient store. And I'd love to see the day when someone I knew from my middle school years approaches me while I'm on duty. This is the conversation I'm dying to hear:
"Ummm....excuse me, do I know you from somewhere?" The person would say. "You look strangely familiar."
"Oh, hello. I'm Erin [last name]. Professional photographer." Then I'd hand them one of my buisness cards, and sweep a piece of my long blonde hair off my face.
"Oh my gosh! I knew an Erin [last name] in middle school! It's so nice to see you again!" Then they'd embrace me for a hug.
"Um, who are you?"
"Don'tcha remember? It's me, [insert name of ignorant popular person here]!"
"I thought I was 'the weird girl', you even called me that. Anyway, I have work to do, good-bye." Then I'd walk away, leaving them in a state of pure awe.
I would KILL to see the day that happens.
There are too many things to rant about popular people on, so I'm just gonna stop here.
Laterz.
~Erin~
