I wonder if “mean girls” ever really know they are, in fact, “mean girls”???
I received a friend request on Facebook from my own grade school bully (one that I was not able to escape until late in high school) the other day. Curiosity got the best of me and of course I confirmed her as a “friend”. Seriously? Did I just open my senior yearbook?? She had the same friends, hairstyles, clothes etc. EXACTLY THE SAME. And naturally she was in the center of every single picture with the same gang looking practically perfect. Going on 30, I have way more wrinkles and dark circles under my eyes…part of the joys of motherhood. I’ve changed drastically and met some amazing people as an adult and would never want to revisit my school days. In fact, I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of school. God, the awkwardness.
I got a good laugh, but on the flip side I was a little disturbed. Why was I compelled to accept the request? Do our experiences with bullies as schoolgirls really stay with us in to adulthood even if we think we’re over them? Can a bully have that much of an impact on someone?
