I discovered this rather beaten-up wallet that I loved intensely throughout infantry.
Serendipitously (yes, I think so), I discovered this crinkly, folded up note from elementary school. I guess I must have not paid attention during class that day to be busy passing notes...
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| It was addressed: To Ruoxi. (with a heavy squiggle mark; I guess that was what we kids did those days to heavy emphasize or decorate something.) | | |
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Upon opening the flap, it says: "Ruoxi, Just wanted u 2 know that everyone hates you Even your 'friends'."
Ouch. Burn. I think I was quite distraught to have been interrupted during math class with such a lethal remark.
The blue pen was me. I've always been the curious one; and though curiosity killed the cat, I am not of the feline family. Note that I was probably affected, I couldn't even think straight, thus, I had to cross "I thought" out. He/She probably didn't even care about what I thought. Oh, and I spelled friend, "firend". Whatta unstudious nerd.
Then the note turned furious. Sorry for the other writer's faint pencil marks. It reads: "cuz u don't hang out anyway I don't care but it is annoying cuz u think people are your friends." Then...the obvious "I HATE U underline underline."
I'm almost embarrassed about my elementary grammar. Seriously, "y"s and "u"'s? Yuck.
And why did I post this? Yes, to show that I may have had no friends in my class, and that perhaps I was a little haughty, but also to emphasize that there are always going to be people in life who have a pursed lip. I've had unpleasant discoveries about what certain individuals noted this past year, however, I choose to look forward and forgive everyone (very unlike my method in sixth grade, as I probably lost some sleep over this note).
Perhaps some naysayers are just jealous, or maybe they just plain dislike you, but the big-ticketed item is to always like yourself.
I thank God every single day for providing me the confidence to love myself and not care about others who may not favor me. I have been given the strength to hold my head up high, no matter how stormy the clouds are.
If everyone were to not care for negative commentary, there would be so much less pain in the world. These remarks feel like a punch in the heart, and tears may well up, however, never do anything less than strut a joyful, proud gait. On the brighter side, wouldn't you prefer others talking about you, good or bad, then to be invisible?
