Friends & Popularity
Iím a cheerleader, so youíd think Iíd have a million friends. I know a million people, but I donít have a million friends. Most friendships are really shallow. Itís like, you collect a bunch of pictures on MySpace, say hi in the hallway, and thatís it.
I used to try and impress certain people, especially one particular guy. It didnít matter whether I tried or didnít try. He wasnít interested, and he still ignores me to this day. But I understand. Freshman year Courtney told me there was this guy who really liked me. But I didnít like him, so I totally ignored him, and then I made fun of him with my friends later. I feel really bad about that now, Ďcause heís a really nice kid.
Most people you try to impress arenít even worth impressing. You come to school in a new outfit, and everyone is so impressed. But it only lasts maybe two seconds, and maybe itís mostly in your mind anyway.
Popularity is a vain pursuit, a total waste of time. Especially popularity in high school. One more year, and then Iíll graduate, and everything everyone thought was so important wonít be important anymore. Like whoís head cheerleader and whoís seeing who. Even if I were as popular as Kelly Donahue, it wouldnít matter one bit after graduation. Itís not like Iíll ever see these people again.
Even though Iím a cheerleader, Iím not especially popular. Not compared to Brit, Kelly, or even Courtney. Also Amanda. But when I backslid and was partying, I was very popular in that crowd. Everyone laughed at everything I said, and all the guys thought I was hot. Partly itís Ďcuz I usually didnít wear my glasses, and I think Iím hotter without my glasses. I canít see squat, but Iím hot. (unintentional rhyme Ė sorry) I need to save up for contacts, but thatís a subject for another post.
The fact is, everyone at parties is totally into themselves, especially if theyíre drunk or on drugs. So you think everyone is thinking about you, but really youíre just part of the background scenery Ė or else some random guyís property.
Fact is, there are ďfriendsĒ and there are real friends. Scott is a real friend. He was there for me when everyone else thought I was a burnout. Even my ďfriendsĒ on the cheer squad gave up on me Ďcuz I was on drugs and was always late or in a b**chy mood.
Everyone except Courtney, even though sheís as blonde as a cheerleader can get, Ďcuz sheís been a real friend through everything since like about fifth grade. These are the people who stood by me when I was lost for a while last year. Theyíre worth more than all the others combined. The Bible says, ďA friend loves at all times, and a brother was born for times of trouble.Ē (Proverbs 17:17) Totally true.
When I was messed up, I avoided Scott Ďcuz I knew he was a strong Christian. And I blew off Courtney, Ďcuz I knew she didnít approve. They kept trying, but if Iíd lost them, it would have been mostly my fault. Now I try and do nice things for them and try and always make time. Real friendships take work. I want to keep these friendships long after high school, maybe even forever. So even when I get pissed at Courtney, I donít stay mad long. And I never hold a grudge, even though she can be really annoying sometimes.
My best friend is definitely God. But if youíve read my other posts, you know that by now. I know itís hard to imagine having a relationship with God if youíve never had one. I canít imagine what being a teenager in Japan is like either. Some things you just have to experience yourself to really understand.