What started as a comment on another blog.....

So, I was commenting on a blog I keep up with, and it got to be too long, so I am just going to post my thoughts here. :)

You know what? In High School, sometimes being on the "fringe" of a circle, (what I considered I was-on the fringe)it wasn't really any better than being on the outside. Kind of feels like a balloon, being bounced about, but never part of the balloon bouquet. You rub up against the outer balloons, but never get near the nucleus. I did have some friends, and I lived in town...had a neighbor girl a year older than me, so we played together a lot during the summers. I had cousins I saw most weekends. Even though I did live in town, and had a few friends, I was raised in a different religious environment, and most all the kids knew it, so I felt I never really fit in. You know, I would hear them whispering "she can't do xyz, because it's against her religion." I felt odd. So I think I tried to be funny. I have no idea if I ever was, but I do think I am now, sometimes.

Any way, something I like about the internet, is you can be anonymous, and people can really get to know the real you. (assuming everyone is truthful in how they present themselves.) I have to say, I feel a little bit dishonest by remaining anonymous, but its not that I don't mind if some people know who I am, I just don't want ALL people knowing who I am, ya know? Maybe it makes me feel vulnerable, because who I am now, is not who I was, ya know?

I wish there had been some program in school, that forced kids to get to know those that they might not otherwise have known. I think we have all missed out on knowing some great people. I know that as kids, we aren't yet complete, that many of us grew up to be funny, beautiful, intelligent, successful, thoughtful, talented or compassionate. Or all of the above. Some of us are turning into our parents. (mirror, mirror, on the wall, I AM my mother after all)................ ;) (love you mom)

It pains me to hear my daughter talk about how all the other kids talk bad about the cheerleaders. They say they are "skanks", or worse. I guess it was probably like that when I was in school. I know at least two of the freshmen cheerleaders, and they are good girls. Why are kids always labeling one another. What can we do to get our children to see each other as equals?

Well, enough rambling..... :)