After a weekend in New York, spending two nights with three of my friends from high school( first night with J and K and second night with C), I’ve come to realize how much I’ve changed since high school. Of course there are a lot of aspects of myself that’s remained constant, but I can’t really remember the kind of person I used to be.
In college I used to joke about how I used to be a “bitch” in high school. My college friends would laugh and tell me that they believed it.
I wasn’t a bitch in high school per say…and plus now I’ve learned that I really hate the term bitch. It’s a really horrific term and degrading to women. So in other words, I wasn’t mean in high school per say, but I know I was insensitive and a lot more apathetic to other people’s lives.
Self-involved is probably a good word to describe my high school self.
I didn’t venture outside my life, my comfort zone, my understanding of the world, to truly expand my experience. I was consumed with MY homework, MY soccer practice, MY cross country race, MY boy drama, MY girl drama, MY life, ME ME ME.
Everything I did was to reach some end goal of going to a great college and to end up with a stable job; everything was purely for my own benefit and my own future. Didn’t give two shits about the girl sitting next to me in class who was maybe struggling with school work, or didn’t have friends. I only cared about my life and my best friends’ lives.
I pretended to have everything figured out by acting aloof and apathetic.
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