Last night, Bianca held hosted her open house/graduation party. Regrettably, it wasn't as 'hype' and fun as her sweet sixteen had been (although that was 'hype' for reasons unbeknownst to the world). The 'usuals' showed up, with the usuals being those people who once represented members of the popular for being unpopular 'Fam'. Seeing them reminded me that at one point in time ... I called these people friends, family even. Yet now, it's nearly impossible not to laugh at how misguided and self-absorbed they are. Stepping back to see objectively, these people were never my friends. They were never the pillow to fall on when the rest of the world tried to break me. They were objects. Blow-up dolls and stuffed animals that stayed stagnant when solitude was hurtful. When the rest of the school seemed to hate me, those blow-ups and stuffed animals said 'But we love you!' It was similar to an elaborate scene from a disturbing rendition of Toy Story.
Seeing these people yesterday incited pity. These people don't have a grasp on reality and have grown so accustomed to a world where they are comforted at every turn, and always have friends to back them up. Their friends are leaving them soon, how will they fare?
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