I have a favorite post or two of mine. I often wonder when I look through someone’s older posts what they would say is their favorite that they’ve written. We all have a gem or two hidden back in the archives.

Here are two of my favorites…

Not necessarily.

In high school kids got separated into classes by intelligence level (or perceived intelligence level): there were average kids taking Regular classes, there were slightly-smarter ones taking Honors classes, and you had your golden AP students taking Advanced Placement classes. Odd as it sounds, the smartest kids were often the most popular ones. We were the most involved in the school and got maximum exposure in the school and the city. We were the Captains of the dance & cheerleading teams, drum majors in the band, Presidents of all the clubs, you name it.  I enjoyed my new AP classes and got to know the other “smart” people a lot better. I enjoyed the fact that I grew two inches over the summer and had lost weight.

Enjoying all these things gave me a smug sense of satisfaction.

It is depressing when I realize how little friends I have, and by friends I mean a group of close friends whom I can hang out with all the time, even outside of school. I normally do not think about it since I socialize with everyone and anyone. The thought only surfaces when I find myself spending Fridays all by myself in an empty house. And the things is, I know why I have so little friends.

Here’s the list:

 It’s true, people aren’t the only ones who like Snuggies. Hamsters apparently like them too. For Christmas I got a leopard Snuggie and I was happy to get one. I’ve been using it while I’m online because it can get pretty cold in my house at times, but when I got this Snuggie I didn’t know I wouldn’t be the only one who liked it.

I was thinking about some of my old screennames I used to have and realized just how embarrassing they all were.  Of course, at the time I thought I was hot stuff coming up with such amazing names.  I didn’t want to fall for those popular “azndragonboy” type of names, so I tried to be as unique as possible.  Too bad the ones I did end up creating weren’t much better.  Let’s take a look at some of the screennames I used to go by, as painful as it is for me to describe.

When I was seven year old, nobody acted that way in class and got away with it.  Teachers could stand you up in the corner in front of the whole class and make you stand there for the rest of the hour.  Teachers could make you wear a silly hat for being dumb.  Teachers could sit you down in a desk at the front and face the rest of the classroom. Teachers could take away disruptive things that you had on you (including clothing, jewelry, hair accessories and other things) and make you wear regular gym clothes that were generically sized to fit most kids.  

  “It is said that somewhere in the world, we all have a ghostly double. That person is your doppelganger. It only follows, then, that there should be a name for the phantom yous who share your name, and whose exploits can be found all over the internet.” ~Maureen Johnson

I just finished reading a blog by the geniusly funny blogger and author, Maureen Johnson.  Seriously, her Blog is a work of art.

But anyway, she discussed this thing called a “googleganger,” which, like a doppleganger, is an alternate identity of  oneself who appears when one’s name has been “Googled.”

These are my googlegangers:

It was only a few days ago that one of my friends found out that another friend of mine was gay. Their reaction was disgust and as we tried to explain to him that this makes him no less of a person, his reply was “It does to me.” The words stung, deep in my soul, because at that instant, I got a glimpse of what all homosexuals face daily. Ignorance.

A tear came to my eye, considering the hate that had come from a person I called friend, and to make things worse, it was aimed at my other friend. It was then that I realized I couldn’t begrudge my hateful friend too much, since I had felt the same way just a year ago.