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| Doesn't this look familiar...Odd man out...again! |
Isn't it great when you graduate high school, you feel like you're able to begin your life, clean slate, responsible and drama free. You almost feel like a valuable person again. There's a concise and purposeful plan set for your future, which was crafted and designed for you by your Creator. Butterflies flutter in your stomach every time you think about what's in store for your life. You work your way through college, live off of cheap pasta, you finally get a job as an intern or beginning professional, and it's absolutely no different than walking to Mrs. Wood's English class in high school. You still have to deal with the backstabbing barracudas and melodramatic pre-Madonnas. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up at the thought and memories of your depressing high school days of the initiation of the "underdogs." Do you really have to relive the all the regrettable defeats of adolescence again? All you want to say in retort to this travesty is, "You're just the worst kind of people!" and never have to look at them again. They all suddenly seem like the bridge jumping people your parents warned you about. There is always some sort of price that has to be paid in order to be accepted and valued. The cliques are just as impossible to become apart of and the groups and clubs are just as exclussive. You know the person who invented the VIP status was probably some mean girl in school, looking for a way to exclude the "frumpy girls" from specail events. The VIP tickets would be Darwin's "fittest" in the survival of the fittest theory of evolution. The world has distorted the truth of value and purpose and where we seek out acceptance. What would you rather be defined as, some snoby girls' version of a bad joke, or a reflection of your Creator?
Isn't it great when you graduate high school, you feel like you're able to begin your life, clean slate, responsible and drama free. You almost feel like a valuable person again. There's a concise and purposeful plan set for your future, which was crafted and designed for you by your Creator. Butterflies flutter in your stomach every time you think about what's in store for your life. You work your way through college, live off of cheap pasta, you finally get a job as an intern or beginning professional, and it's absolutely no different than walking to Mrs. Wood's English class in high school. You still have to deal with the backstabbing barracudas and melodramatic pre-Madonnas. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up at the thought and memories of your depressing high school days of the initiation of the "underdogs." Do you really have to relive the all the regrettable defeats of adolescence again? All you want to say in retort to this travesty is, "You're just the worst kind of people!" and never have to look at them again. They all suddenly seem like the bridge jumping people your parents warned you about. There is always some sort of price that has to be paid in order to be accepted and valued. The cliques are just as impossible to become apart of and the groups and clubs are just as exclussive. You know the person who invented the VIP status was probably some mean girl in school, looking for a way to exclude the "frumpy girls" from specail events. The VIP tickets would be Darwin's "fittest" in the survival of the fittest theory of evolution. The world has distorted the truth of value and purpose and where we seek out acceptance. What would you rather be defined as, some snoby girls' version of a bad joke, or a reflection of your Creator? 
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