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I’ve Never Felt Accepted.
There’s always been an “In” crowd and I was always “Out’.
Deep down, we know what we’re made of.
When I grew up there was a group of girls at school that we called the ‘in’ crowd. They were the daughters of the doctors and lawyers in our town.
These girls had played together since they were babies. Their parents were part of the ‘in’ crowd of adults. Because of this, they would have been considered suitable playmates for each other.
- Not the girls that lived on the dead-end street across from the railway station.
- Not the girls whose father drank a little too much at parties.
- Not the girls wearing hand me downs.
- Not the girls whose mother wasn’t a daughter of a local family.
The other mothers used to try and fix me up with girls who were disadvantaged or lonely for reasons of their own.
‘How sweet for them to have each other as friends’, they would say.
All the while we both resented spending time with this boring person, who wasn’t cool in any way. It only made the situation at school worse.
This kind of pairing cemented us into the role of ‘too smart’ and ‘poor’. ‘The outsiders.’ ‘Not…
