When I was 15, I had an experience with a mean girl. We were in a situation where we were together all day, every day for one solid year. For whatever reason, this popular, pretty girl decided early on that I was her nemesis and made my life damn miserable.
Flash forward to last night when I had a dream about this girl--now woman and mother of three--leaving her baby with me and screaming that I couldn't be trusted. I woke up thinking about this negative relationship in my life and, out of interest, logged into her facebook page to learn...she had "unfriended" me.
What's all this to mean? That I'm a little bit psychic? That childhood relationships carry over into adulthood? That just because you haven't seen someone in seventeen years doesn't mean they don't hate you? I have no idea. A part of me is pleased that I can still connect so well to the emotions of my past and a part of me is angry that this person still has power over me.
But mostly I'm just grateful--grateful that I am NOT that lonely, introverted fifteen year old, thrilled that many people cannot even imagine me as introverted and grateful that most of my interactions with others have resulted in friendship and not alienation.
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