At school, I ended up friends with a girl, because we were both bottom of the pecking-order. But we only had a few things in common, & her mother used to do things like bring her to my house, all day every day during the summer holidays, & it began to put a real strain on our friendship. We were just thrown together, really.
Over the years, I became more 'accepted' by the other girls, while she was still left out, & finally, in lower sixth, I was hanging about with the 'cool' girls who hardly spoke to her, & I stopped spending time with her altogether.
At first, I stuck up for her if the others teased her, but later I know I really just said nothing & moved on. Eventually they grew out of teasing her.
In one sense, I feel bad for ditching my friend, but in another sense, I know we no longer had anything in common, & nothing much to say to eachother by the time I ended up in the 'clique'.
And as I was a complete social outcast in the school for so many years, I was pretty fucking glad that now anyone would talk to me, despite being rather a 'class clown' now, instead of 'class freak'.
Cliques. Horrid. But it happens, at least among children. Among adults, I find it mildly disturbing.
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Date: 2003-09-01 03:06 am (UTC)At school, I ended up friends with a girl, because we were both bottom of the pecking-order. But we only had a few things in common, & her mother used to do things like bring her to my house, all day every day during the summer holidays, & it began to put a real strain on our friendship. We were just thrown together, really.
Over the years, I became more 'accepted' by the other girls, while she was still left out, & finally, in lower sixth, I was hanging about with the 'cool' girls who hardly spoke to her, & I stopped spending time with her altogether.
At first, I stuck up for her if the others teased her, but later I know I really just said nothing & moved on. Eventually they grew out of teasing her.
In one sense, I feel bad for ditching my friend, but in another sense, I know we no longer had anything in common, & nothing much to say to eachother by the time I ended up in the 'clique'.
And as I was a complete social outcast in the school for so many years, I was pretty fucking glad that now anyone would talk to me, despite being rather a 'class clown' now, instead of 'class freak'.
Cliques. Horrid. But it happens, at least among children. Among adults, I find it mildly disturbing.