I don’t know how many of you were the popular kids in high school, but I know for a fact I wasn’t one of them.
To tell you the truth, I wasn’t even considering it as a possibility. I knew it was a thing, but not a thing that I would ever have access to, just like being the president of America, or free diving for pearls.
There are some things that a select few do, but most of us don’t. I was like most of us.
In high school, the select few were the popular kids. At the time, they seemed like a different species, and not one I was looking to get close to.
They were usually tall and conventionally good-looking. Or at least non-ugly, and appeared content with their looks, at a time when most of us were going through a painful and never-ending zit-studded puberty.
The boys were always laughing and the girls were always serious, with a small but all-knowing smile on the corner of their thin lips. There were no fat-lipped popular girls around my high school. It wasn’t a thing at the time.
Walking around in groups, laughing, talking to each other, and acting as if the world was their oyster and the rest of us insignificant specks of dust that were just there for the show.
The popular kids always had good social skills, even when they were bullies. And yes, some of the popular ones were bullies, but never to each other.