It’s been a ridiculously slow two days on the blog front. I feel a little empty, a little bored, and most definitely a little anxious. If everyone doesn’t start posting soon, I might be forced to actually go on facebook, just for something to do. And considering that nothing of any interest whatsoever happened for me to post about today, I’m going to tell you a little story. It’s a good one (not really).
This morning while killing time before I had to go to work, I decided to watch the movie Mean Girls, again, for some unknown reason. But anyways, it was the scene where Tina Fey is counseling all the junior girls, trying to ween them away from their evil, backstabbing ways. Last time I saw this movie, I was watching it with my sister. When it came to this part, I remarked that I could not remember a time when I had ever talked about a friend behind her back. I swear, I just never got into any of that hs drama. “Really?” my sister asked, “you’ve never talked about any friend ever?”. Well, just this one time, okay?
Chloe and I became friends while attending this summer program for gifted and talented student’s. We clicked instantly, and loved to jokingly refer to ourselves as “twins”. Not in the sense that we were so similar, more in that we were actually kind of opposite’s personality wise. Like the way they used to stereotype Mary-Kate and Ashley when they were little with defined personalities (Mary-Kate is the bohemian one, Ashley is the smart, driven one!). Chloe was outgoing and crazily confident in herself. She was so much fun to hang with, we would spend forever getting ready for all these little social events and then we’d get bored and leave after 5 minutes. She was always hanging out with at least 4 boys, and every boy I met was like totally in love with her. I joked with her that she was single-handedly fucking with the minds of an entire generation of boys. One of these boys, Casey, would eventually become one of my best guy friends. One day we were sitting outside when he and I started to talk about Chloe. I said some things, none of which were insulting in my mind, in fact they were exactly the things I had been saying to Chloe herself all along. A day later, Casey apparently told Chloe that some of her friends had been talking shit about her, and she was pissed. Even though I didn’t think I had said anything evil (wtf did he actually say to her?), I felt terrible and tried to apologize like 10 times. She usually ignored me or simply told me we’d talk later. I stopped worrying about it, and a week later we were back to being friends. I even remained super-bff’s with Casey. I still kind of have no idea what happened in that situation, though. Like I never get involved in things like this, it's so not me. Moral of the story, NEVER discuss your friend’s lives while they are not actually present. Has anything like this ever happened to you? Have any of you guys ever talked shit/ had shit talked about you? Did I actually do anything wrong? Please tell me stories and help bring the internet back to life.