Odd.

[angelak]

Angela's general mood:
No different than any other moment of my life.
Here I am.
In the same place.
Frequently.
There are some days I would give anything to revoke the last 7 years of my life.
I liked the 14 year old, un-jaded Angela so much better.

Not related to how I am feeling at the second AT all:

Speaking of 7 years ago. I met a girl who I gave a bloody nose to in Sophomore year of high school in my English class today.

Was it her or the other girl who was trying to pick shit with me? I didn't want to fight, and yet they kept fucking with me until I hit them both at the same time with the back of my fists... I didn't know how to fight; nor did I want to - this was all I could do to protect myself at that moment in time.

Regardless. We were partners for the class. We interviewed each other and presented a summary to the class. And she didn’t recognize me at all. And not only that – we were acting like we could be potential friends.

It was interesting as we were passing back and forth personal information, and I felt like she should have remembered. I knew she did not remember me what-so-ever.

This is the first time I have met someone from the past who treated me like shit – and actually talked to them. I wasn’t significant to her, I was significant to her friend who had apparently asked her to help beat me up. The friend - Amanda - might have been the one that I gave a bloody nose. I can’t recall.
When it became clear we were from the same high school, I casually asked her if she hung out with so-and-so. “Oh. Those folks were headed down the wrong path. They tried to get back in contact with me when I came back from Phoenix. Eh. I didn't want to talk to them - AT all.”

It just left me blinking as I left class that evening.
Sure, I’ll be your friend.

No issues there.

Except that it is so incredibly weird that some time ago – well. I have a tendency to look at the past and present, and sit them side by side like two film reels in my head. And that is just what I did in class last night.
And I was like.
“whoa. Trippy.”


-Angela

Comments

[cupiecake.livejournal.com]

o_O

I don't remember that.

Bus

[ithisia.livejournal.com]

You also didn't ride my bus.
I didn't broadcast that I had a small hate club who all happened to ride my bus. Of course, the girl I met in class didn't normally ride my bus at the time - she just did so she could go with her friend.
I was really ashamed of the fact there was a small pocket of folks who hated me. So I never talked about it.

-Angela

Re: Bus

[cupiecake.livejournal.com]

that sucks. i'm sorry.

it's always good to get past those sorts of things. :)

Re: Bus

[ithisia.livejournal.com]

:)
It certainly is.

-Angela

[nobodyberry.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I vaguely remember hearing about that. Stupid girls. I remember scoffing at the very idea that they could take you on. And the whole silliness of anyone hating Angela.