Monday, March 16, 2009

I am not allowed to talk to you because you are blond ...

Remember high school? Well, I'm not over it. It amazes me every time I run into someone that I was afraid of in high school and they are FINE, better than fine, they are nice, and interesting, and they are interested in being nice to me.

So I am slowly getting over it with actual people from high school. My daily life meeting strangers is a very different story. I find that there is a certain level of groomed-ness, or attention-to-appearance-ness, that triggers my natural pigeonholing instinct (finely honed in high school). When I walk into a room of strangers, I am immediately able to identify the people who surely think they are better than me. I will not make any attempts with these people, I'll focus on the slightly scruffier people, more on my level.

How nuts is that? And how appearance-focused is that? I'm not even talking to these people first, these are snap judgments. What the heck am I doing? I am being SHALLOW, because I am so sure certain other people are also being shallow. How can I get along with myself like that? I HATE shallowness, I pride myself on being so fair and so obsessed with looking at all possible angles and considerations that I am TRULY incapable of arriving at anything so subjective as an OPINION. That woman who drove her kids off the cliff? The one that everyone in the entire world hated? Well, I am quite confident that there are aspects of that story that we do not know that would make her a very sympathetic character. How can I be so closed-minded?

But if you are blond, please don't answer that. I'm not allowed to talk to you.

1 comment:

  1. Well damn, I'm glad I just dyed my hair dark brown.

    High school is hard to get over. My 20 year reunion is next year and I'm already dreading it. Seriously.

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