The followers

Okay, so i was sitting at lunch yesterday with some people that i kinda don’ t like. well, i wasn’t really sitting with them, and that was the problem.

lemme start from the begining.

so there are these two girls, erin and kristen. kristen’ s okay, at least she was okay last year, and this year she’s okay to my face. erin, however, pretty much openly hates me. i hate her because she hates me (petty and stupid, but true none the less) but if i didn’t, i would almost feel sorry for her. see, she’s kinda a slut, and whenever she smiles or laughs it’s fake. i’m not saying this to be mean (if that was my goal i could say way worse things about her) but because it’s true and i feel sorry for her. because she thinks she needs to do these things for attention, and she needs to almost monitor her friends to keep their friendship, because if you ever talk to them without her there, they all hate her and will tell you that she is a bitch. however with her there, they all love her, and want to be with her. i don’t understand, but i’m the same way. i really don’t like this girl, but i find that i want her to like me.

anyway, so on the days i have luch with her, there is a group of about 10 or so people who all want to sit together inculding myself some of my best friends, and erin. obviously there is not room for all of us at one table, so there are always some people who end up sitting at a different table. sometimes, erin or kristen will decide that they want to switch tables, and everyone will follow them. or someone at the table without erin and kristen will see an open seat at their table (rarely is there ever such a thing), and leave to sit there. the bitter ones left behind will call the other person a pathetic follower, when really they just wish they had seen the seat first. these lunches are some of the most awkward and unenjoyable i have ever experienced.

unfortunatly, yesterday, i was tricked out of my seat, and me being a small person, couldn’t shove my way back in. so i sat at the second-rate table. and guess what we talked about? erin and kristen. god, it’s like, “gee, if we can’t sit with the bitchy, fake, slut goddess, maybe we can at least talk about her?” and just to set the record straight, yes, i am being hypocritical because i was talking about her and wishing i was at the other table too.

so anywho, all this erin worship got me to thinking. why has it always been this way? since the beginging of time, there has always been someone that everyone follows. why? this person is hardly ever guinuenlly liked. is it because we wish we could get away with being like them. to kno we don’t deserve the huge group of friends, and still be able to take them for granted? and you’d think that through all these generations we would learn that when someone says “wow, you guys are stupid. i mean, i love (insert “goddess”s name here), and she’s crazy fun, but she’s my friend, not my idol.” maybe we should clue in and listen.

and as far as dissing the people who are followers goes.. what a shallow minded thing to do. i mean, living up to being a teen in and of itself is following. and think about. even not following, is just following the steriotype of being punk, or un-caring. and EVERYONE follows. even in the smallest things. have you ever noticed that teens have to follow certain brands. like, god-forbid you should wear any clothes that arn’t from either hollister, american eagle, abercrombie, fitch, maybe delias, and aeropostale is pushing it. and if you wear something that isn’t brand name, you are automatically branded for lack of a brand. it’s like putting a big neon sign on your forehead that says LOSER LOSER LOSER in flashing floresient colors.

Now to close, i could state my reason for writing this. seems pretty classic. but i have no idea why the hell i wrote this. to encourage teens to think for themselves? of course not, that could never happen, and it would be a waste of my time. to trash erin and kristen? no, if i really wanted to do that, there are better ways then this. so really, truelly, i do not know why i wrote this. so unfortuatly i am left without any closing but this:

peace out girl scout!

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