You know how all the adults are always saying how the world wants to be nice to you, and that you should get over your fear because everyone’s rooting for you?
I just found out that’s not true.
I mean, sometimes it is. For most of this year, I was focusing on getting over my fear that nobody likes me. I said hi to people I knew, instead of obsessing over whether they actually wanted to admit they knew me. In return, I talked to people who didn’t always look attractive to me, because I genuinely wanted to get o know them. And I came to find that people genuinely wanted to know me, and if not, everyone always wants more friends, right? It’s true: People want friends.
And I’m happy to say that it totally worked. I have many more friends in my classes, and I’m a happier person all around.
But today, I discovered some people are just strange.
In happened in the locker room, after a nice, pleasant day. I got there, smiling, asked girl SG if the pile of clothes on the floor was her stuff. Now, let it be known that girl SG is known for being a b***h, a drama-queen, and eternally hard-core PMSing.
She said that yes, it was. I then nudged it to the side to make room for me in the aisle. I started to change. Nothing unusual.
My friends come from another aisle. They’re out of breath, laughing. One begs me for a water bottle. She wants to pour it on the other. The other begs me not to. I laugh, grab an empty water bottle on the bench and toss it to the two for them to fight over. “Thanks!” tey yell, “We’ll fill it up for you and bring it back!” They hustle off.
Enter girl SG: “Wait, was that my water bottle?”
A red flag went up. Her voice sounded irked. For anyone else, I would have laughed it off, no big deal. For SG, I was still in a good-natured mood, though cautious. “Oh, was it? Sorry. I just saw it and took it. They’ll bring it back later.”
“Wait, so that was my water bottle, and you just gave it to someone?”
Hold up. She was pissed. I still wasn’t sure if she was joking at this point yet, so I said, “Yeah. Sorry, haha.” Laughed. Smiled. Smiley face jk.
“Um, you can’t just go around taking my water bottle. I filled it up and it’s mine, and you just took it.”
“Wait, it wasn’t filled, are you sure it was yours?”
“It was mine, I know it was filled, and you – “
I had thought it wasn’t filled at the time, so I grabbed at what I saw as a way out. “Oh, then it wasn’t yours. It was empty.”
By now I knew she was serious. And mad. Very mad. But why the F*** is she mad at something like a that? I’m at a loss for words, just so confused at what was happening. My friend JR jumps in.
“Calm down, SG, it’s just a water bottle. And they’re bringing it back, filled, for you.”
SG blows up. “It’s not that she took my water bottle, ok? It’s that she just came in, kicked all my stuff out of her way, then gave someone my bottle! And then, she tries to tell me that it’s not mine, like it’s hers, after I filled it! She is so annoying, she thinks the whole world revolves around her, she – “
Now like 5 people are looking on with pity. “Chill out,” they tell SG. “It’s not a big deal.” And it wasn’t. Anyone else would have laughed it off, thought it was funny when my friends came back, one completely soaked, both gasping for air between laughs. They return the bottle. It’s now filled. I take it.
“Here. I’m sorry for taking your bottle.” I offer it to SG.
“I don’t want it.” She’s got this bratty voice.
“Why? It’s filled. I’m sorry if you were mad I took it, I didn’t know.”
Another rant, similar to the first. I cut her off.
“Look, I’m going to let us both chill out for a while, and if it’s still a problem, we can talk about it later when we’re both calmer.” It was perfectly set, just like the Health and Personal Relations textbook. No accusing, no ‘you’, no anger in my voice (maybe a little slipped into my furrowed eyebrows, but hey, I’m not perfect).
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Right there, I was over it. Hey, I’d tried, hadn’t I? “Ok, well I still don’t know why you’re mad over a stupid water bottle, and I’ve already tried apologizing and if you don’t take it, then, well, sorry, there’s nothing I can do for you.”
Right there, I’ve screwed myself over. I want to yell at her, but I catch a friend’s meaningful glance my way, and I turn to someone else and start up another conversation.
She’s probably telling the whole team about how I shoved her stuff away, then snatched her bottle and threw it away, and screamed at her. I would know; I’ve heard her talk smack about just about everyone.
Awesome. My first taste of drama.