I felt pretty weird about the whole situation. I mean, my main memories consist of being accused of breathing her oxygen and being made fun of in general. I guess everyone deserves a chance to grow up, and it's no better to hold a grudge than it is to stay mean.
So I worded it carefully. I mean, I didn't want to come out and say, "What you talkin' 'bout, bi-otch?!" But on the other hand, I wanted to cleverly put a little sting in a remark, and only blunt it with a smile -- not take it away.
And I guess it's fair to say that I wanted to be recognized for my cleverness. I wanted some "Oh, snap!" to be involved.

So I guess in the end ... I was nicer than I wanted to be. And I suppose she recognized it for what it was, at least at some level.
Still.
What do you say to the stranger who grew up in place of the mean girl in school?
So I worded it carefully. I mean, I didn't want to come out and say, "What you talkin' 'bout, bi-otch?!" But on the other hand, I wanted to cleverly put a little sting in a remark, and only blunt it with a smile -- not take it away.
And I guess it's fair to say that I wanted to be recognized for my cleverness. I wanted some "Oh, snap!" to be involved.

So I guess in the end ... I was nicer than I wanted to be. And I suppose she recognized it for what it was, at least at some level.
Still.
What do you say to the stranger who grew up in place of the mean girl in school?