*This is my first official work of Non-Fiction. What do you think?*
In a regular high school environment, you have the nerds, the geeks, the losers, and then you have the 'popular' people. Everyone seems to be neatly labeled, 'packaged' according to their labels and 'stacked' with others of their kind. The lower classes rarely clash with the upper classes.
In fact, the high school hierarchy is constructed much like a 19th century society, where you can only hang out with a certain class of people. This is even more defined if you're popular. Here, you have to respect those higher up than you, whether you like them or not. If one of your friends finds that you and someone else are a 'suitable' match then you are inclined to date that person, whether you like them or not, just to keep your status. Or, if they're higher up than you, you may date them simply to gain popularity, not because you like them. You're surrounded by a fake mass, who laugh with each other when they're together, and laugh at each other when they're not. Does that not remind you of the way society was structured in the past? With arranged marriages simply for benefits, with the need to tolerate some people simply because of their class?
Up until recently, I was in close contact with the popular kids. I was so close to them in fact, that you could easily say I was one of them. Maybe I was. It never felt that way to me, but perhaps I was.
I was like one of the masses. I wanted to be popular, I aspired to be one of those people with the awesome boyfriends, beautiful friends, who get invited to parties every week. Somehow, through a miracle, I managed to slowly climb up the popularity ladder. The process was exhausting. It involved spending hours with people I didn't like, doing things I didn't like, going to parties I didn't care for. It involved a lot of pretending. However, I did end up reaping what I saw.
By the end of it, I did have an 'awesome' boyfriend. I did have 'beautiful' friends. I also got invited to parties every week. There was only one thing missing. I was not happy. After all my hard work, to 'fit in', I had become this completely fake person. My clothes and make up made me look about twenty. My 'friends' 'helped' me fit in, by passing me a cig. Oh, those lovely cigarettes! Every time I tried inhaling, I would go into a wild fit of coughing to the amusement of my 'dear' new friends. My awesome boyfriend had the brains on an orangutan. I could talk to him about absolutely nothing, and the only reason why I was actually going out with him, is because people believed him to be a suitable match. I couldn't fight my parents on the question of my ridiculously early curfew, therefore, I would sleepover at a 'friend's' house and attend a party from which we returned at about 1 A.M. in the morning. I was wasted. To please everyone else but me, so that I appeared to be happy to all those other people, I had poisoned my life.
When did I realize this? When my 'lovely' friends and 'awesome' boyfriend started showing their true colors. As it often happens, me and my boyfriend chose to end our relationship. We still spoke to each other occasionally, but the more I spoke to him, the more I wondered why on Earth had I given this buffoon the time of a day. He spoke of nothing, yet he would start a conversation. Sooner than later, I began to ignore him, just for the fun of it. Especially when I found out he had called me something I won't put down here, as I don't want to have to make it R rated. He was trying to get me to tell him who, but I really had no desire, even though I was in a fight with said person. Therefore, that amazing boyfriend caused Drama in my life. By asking his friends of the female sex to come teach me a lesson, since he doesn't 'hit' girls. At that time, my so called best friend, who I was in a fight with, tried to get my address out of me, to give to them. She wanted to see drama. All popular people are hungry for drama.
It was then when I made my final resolution to never again get involved with people who caused so much trouble. I stopped all my contacts with those people. I had a taste of popularity, and I did not particularly like it. In fact, I hated it.
So, my dear friends, if any of you are on a quest to become something that you're not. Take my wise suggestion and stop now. Those of us who favor a life with little worries, those of us who favor safety and happiness, and those of us who want to stay true to ourselves, do not belong there.
I would also like to mention, that you don't need to be popular to have an awesome boyfriend, beautiful friends and to get invited to parties. At this point, I'm with the most amazing boy ever, and he has seen me without make up, in nothing but sweats and a shirt and he still adores me. I have the most beautiful friends, on the inside and the outside, who love me for who I am. I get invited to parties, sometimes by popular people, but I never go to them. The parties hosted by my friends may not sound as glamorous, however I have never had more fun at a sleepover with six girls, a lot of movies and pop corn. This could've been my life through and through. There was no need to stain it with 'popularity'. To this day, I still get involved in drama that I wish I didn't have to be a part of, but to this day people up there do not get tired of their threats. Especially said best friend who was quite angry when I abandoned her to go back to my old life. However, at this point, I take this as the price I have to pay for being one of them. Please don't make the same mistakes as me. Be happy the way you are. Those plastic people up there? They only LOOK happy. Trust me, the reality is something different.
