Perks of being yourself
Growing up your taught to be yourself. I near understand that message growing, I was quite the story teller. I told stories to make myself look better to people whom I assumed would be "friends" … I was a pretentious child I lied about the most unnecessary things. I recall telling this elaborate story about me going to this wild party with my grown friends, living the good life, dancing with boys and basically have a ball to the girls at my ballet class. Everything that was mentioned in the story was a lie my oldest friend was 13 at the time and she had the same curfew as me. I wasn't interested with boys like my other female peers and the worst part about this event was the audience …. I told this lie to a group of 8 years and at the time I was 11. The fact that I was the oldest person in the room and I lied to a group of 8 years old to make myself look better was sad. I could had honestly told them the truth that I actually stayed home that night and played The Sims with my older sister would had still fascinated them and they would had still thought my story was pretty cool and it was actual facts. I remember leaving class that day being filled with glee because I was the "IT" girl of the class I was the "popular girl" and I had everyone talking. I remember entering middle school thinking that if I used same strategy to impress the girls about ballet class, I could impress the girls that I would have spend the next three years with in middle school. That plan was a fail. When the school week would start again, the girls would gather around and brag about what they did on the weekends. Everyone had a story that made my weekend story sob and beg for mercy to the "Social Life Police". When it was my turn to talk about what I did that weekend, I did what any desperate youth whom was dying to be with the cool girls would do …. lie … and lie pretty damn good. But, eventually all my stories started sounding the same and they realized my life wasn't that glamorous