I’m sorry that my posts keep on being highly introspective rather than posts solving the problems of the world, but hey. It’s my blog and I’ll cry if I want to, right? Right.
Have you ever seen the episode of 30 Rock where Liz Lemon goes back to her high school reunion? She doesn’t want to – those kids made her life a living hell, forever picking on her growing up. But she ultimately decides to, thinking, “Hey, I’m kind of a big deal in the broadcasting world – let me finally show them whatfor.” She walks in and all these kids she had remembered picking on her had actually felt they were picked on by her.
This isn’t my post-reunion confession, nor is it my “I had a run-in with So-and-So” post. Instead this is me wondering out loud: what if I’m really not as nice as I’ve always thought?
I’ve noticed a mean streak in me of late. And I’ve tried to curb it. But what if I can’t? What if, instead of being everybody’s affable bud, I’m really that snide girl who mutters comments under her breath?
I’m trying not to be, and if you are someone who has ever felt snubbed by me, then I’m sorry. File this under: “area of opportunity.”
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