Intermittently Sparking Synapses #249
Today is no different….
The game was always the same: girls taller than me, blonder than me; girls chosen first, first before me. Laughter and talking melding into a constant din; the din rising and falling as each girl was chosen.
And alone I stood, an island of crackling nerves, shuffling my feet, hands holding on to each other for fear they might do something regrettable.
And at last I was chosen, last as always, at the end, unheard, unseen, unwanted.
I hated gym class. I was fat and clumsy and unwanted, too.
ReplyDeleteno. that's sad but evoking
ReplyDeleteSo simple and heartbreaking, and so many readers will relate.
ReplyDelete*sign* I remember those high school days. It was never fun being chosen last. I like to think though that helped me be a better person now and always be on the look at for the person who normally gets chosen last and to choose them first when I get the chance.
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