i think of myself as a very unpredictable person. even if that isn't true, it's kinda how i view myself. like one of those volcanoes that if you poke it, it explodes. for some reason, that image really appeals to me.
at sixth grade graduation, our teachers came up with one word to describe how they viewed us in a nutshell. i'm pretty sure that my sister's adjective was enigmatic. or apithetic. or something along those lines. anyway. i went up there hoping for something powerful like "gung ho" or something. i walked up there, recieved my diploma, and heard the words "abigail mcmillen. loyal." i ended up with loyal. now, i have no problems with loyalty; "but really", i remember thinking, "is that all they got for me? loyal?" that always reminds me of golden retrievers for some reason.
at lunch today, a bunch of my friends were talking about people and i was too. i admit it. i caught myself laughing along with them about kids who weren't there. who were my friends. our friends, actually. and i thought, "is this what happens when i leave? as soon as i'm gone, do they start talking about me?" this was the moment when i realized that being called loyal, truly loyal, is one of the most precious complements you or anyone else could ever have. and i got up from the table and left.
1 comment:
good girl.
by the way, "apithetic" is not a good thing.
nor is enigmatic, really, even though i probably would have been flattered had they called me that.
case you care, i was "sophisicated."
xoxo -h
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