There was never another friend like my friend I had in kindergarten, although I remained a tomboy.
My days of being a tomboy, evolved into being a nerd. An outcast. A pariah. I didn’t fit in anywhere or with anyone.
Purple was all the rave... I loved black.
I hated following anyone.
Middle School held it’s handful of challenges for me and gym class was one of them. We had made it to the unit where the teachers would give you a choice of three things to work on: aerobics, gymnastics, and wrestling. Of course they really ushered all the guys into the wrestling and the girls into the aerobics and gymnastics.
I decided to choose wrestling that year.
It was as if I had shit in the punch bowl.
I didn’t budge.
Then something happened.
All the little cheerleaders and popular girls who had originally chosen aerobics with their little dance routines... started falling in line behind me. To wrestle. WTF. We tore the shit out of each other that year. It was great.
I still wasn’t popular. But I had some freaky friends.
