My last few Food for Thought posts have been on the rather serious side, so, today I’m changing it up. What this post will be about, I’m not really sure. There is no true motive, but I can promise a little bit of my twisted humor will be sprinkled in. So here goes…
Well, this boy and I were in that whole middle-school boyfriend/girlfriend going steady stage...whatever the heck that means. Really? Someone please explain the whole “we’re going steady” thing to me. Back then I thought I was big stuff because it meant I had a boyfriend. I mean, I was going steady with THE boy. But now the phrase does nothing but make me laugh or maybe roll my eyes. Kids. If they only knew... However, I digress.
I remember there was some drama amongst our friends that night. Mind you this wasn’t uncommon. We were teenagers, drama bubbles in the blood. Now what that drama was, I couldn’t tell you. All of that became overshadowed by my mishap. But like most drama, by the end of the night everyone was friends again and we all left smiling and happy. So, the families began to matriculate home, and as always my family was the last to leave his house.
Everything happened rather rapidly at this point. I could see the boy and his family still standing at the door. In a full sprint, I rushed toward them, and before I knew what was happening I collided with a glass door. And this wasn’t a small hit. We’re talking I hit so hard, I bounced back and almost fell on my butt. Thankfully I caught myself before I hit the ground. But the manner in which I hit the door had to look like something from a cartoon. We’re talking full body, face smash hit!
And talk about a girl’s pride being shattered. I was absolutely humiliated. All the way back to his room, his parents kept asking if I was okay. No! I wasn’t okay! I’d just smashed my face into a glass door! I was mortified! Needless to say, I grabbed my book and rushed out of that place as quickly as I could without so much as looking at the boy. My parents did everything in their power to make me feel better, but leave it to my sister to ruin any solace I gained by laughing at me. Not that I blame her. Looking back now, that was freaking hilarious and had I not been the one experiencing it, I would have died of laughter.
And while I still feel embarrassed for that little girl who only wanted to impress a boy, I laugh at her, too. Because let’s face it, splatting into a glass door is slapstick funny and deserves a great laugh.
Oh, I now know what my food for thought is for today. In the great lesson learned from the Lion King, the past can hurt. So you either run from it or learn from it. In my case I ran right smack into it. But I learned! I’ve never left another book behind since. HAHA!!! Now that’s a lessoned learned.