If hypocrisy is all the rage... then I guess I'm trendy as hell.
So. My own mother actually called me a hypocrite today.
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And, well. Of course my initial, immature, omg-teenage-girl reaction was righteous indignation.
("But I didn't start it!", "But you don't understand, you weren't there!", etc. etc.)
// But she certainly had made a damn good point. //
- She asked me how I could conceivably reason it was okay for me to snap at someone, to say hurtful things-- and then act the martyr when they snapped equally-hurtful things back at me?
- She also asked me how I could possibly justify my immediate stepping in and bold defense of Danielle, without expecting the same behavior from the other side?
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{ I still don't have an answer for either of those. I guess I had never thought of it that way. }
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Heh. I guess I can see now why we teenagers get the bad rap of thinking they know everything.
I honestly felt there was little more I could learn in terms of social skills and maturity.
And then I find out: It seems I am more overly-sensitive than I immediately let on, or even understand.
I find out that: Evidently, I have a hell of a lot more growing up to do than I had thought.
Don't get me wrong, it's a healthy realization, or whatever. ...It just stings.
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& You know what? I am so in love with Les Mis it's not funny. I love the music, I love my part, I love the cast, I love fucking everything about it, and I'm dying for this amazing show to be a fun, positive, success. {Frankly, I'm dying for the rest of my senior year to be the same.}
& If too much has "gone down" to really rid that atmosphere of all negativity?, well... I guess that's that.
But, still, I'd love to begin to stop my own hypersensivity, and stop being a raging bitch every time I take something out of context. If only for my own benefit.
The reality is: I'm just going to be a college student in mere months, and it's about time I grow a backbone.
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So.
Here's to thicker skin and less hypocrisy.
♥