HAVING lived in Dublin for almost three years now, the thoughts of going out in Limerick with the choice of two nightclubs isn’t all that appealing. However, I still have my fabulous family and amazing set of friends there, which makes up for the lack of nightlife. There’s a lot of great things in Limerick, don’t get me wrong. But there’s also a lot of people I don’t want to see: ex-lovers, ex-colleagues and ex-classmates.
Over Christmas I was out and was having a great night until I bumped into one of the mean girls from secondary school. I’m sure you know the type of girls I’m talking about – the ones who had a new hot boyfriend every week, had every new piece of clothing from the high street and dressed for school as if it was a catwalk. The ones that are the popular ones and everyone else is in a different class system. They had bitchiness running through their blood. For instance, they would ask me to put songs on their iPods because they didn’t know how to do it but then add on “but don’t put any of your type of music on it”. For the record, I listened to The Pussycat Dolls too.
This particular girl was one of the nicer ones though. Or so I thought. In school, she didn’t go out of her way to be nasty but didn’t stop any of the rest of them walking all over everyone else either. When I saw her in the pub I was polite and said hello in passing but was greeted with “Oh my God, it’s you“. I didn’t quite know what the surprised reaction was for, she only lived about five minutes from my house and only was in my classes every day for a total of five years. She then continued with “Oh my God you’re, like, attractive now“. It was about six vodkas in so my reaction was not going to be pretty but luckily, one of the friends I was out with saw this and started to pull me along when she said in a whisper, “Did you get some work done?” I actually had to leave the pub, even though I had just taken a sip out of my drink.
I’m not sure why it bothered me so much. I’m still not sure. I hadn’t seen her in years. Sure, I still fit into the clothes I owned when I was 16 but I was dressed for a night out, not detention. What had changed with her? She still had perfect pore-less skin, she now had a whole head of gorgeous blonde extensions and so many mink eyelashes inserted that she may as well have been on a poster for them. Was I jealous? Yeah, of course I was. She was wearing a dress I put back on the rail in Topshop because I couldn’t afford it. Then I noticed something. I was out with a group of really great people having a great night. She was drunkenly slumped against a wall, alone. The people I was out with wanted to put her in a taxi and pay for it while her friends were nowhere to be seen. We left the pub after alerting a bouncer to her state and carried on partying for another two hours.
What I do know is that the only thing different about my appearance now is my attitude. I will wear whatever I want and not be embarrassed that it’s not in season. I will dance my heart out and not care that my eyeliner is running down my face. I will say what’s on my mind and not care whether it’s appropriate or not. I won’t care whether a guy I’m seeing looks like a celebrity or not. Lastly, I wont worry about whether or not I’m up to the standard of the mean girls or not. I spent years wanting to be in their clique but now, I’m glad I never was. I’ve found my people and I’m happy. They’ve just become meaner.
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