Six Fifths

I had so many Friendquest 2013 wins today. Even though I come out of them feeling great about myself, I'm always exhausted. I think this just reinforces the fact that I'm truly an introvert. Being with people is pretty much always work for me.

This morning, I walked into my FCP tute to two people. I said, "Hi!" all disgustingly happy then sat down next to one of the popular girls in my year whom I've never talked to before. She was so nice and we talked comfortably until class began. At one point, she asked if I was a GEMP because she hadn't seen me before (this is both saddening and makes me happy because I have a fear people are judging me. It's better to not be noticed than to be judged, in my book). I said no and our conversation continued. Before I knew it, I had accepted a lift from her to med campus for the lecture that was straight after our tute.

Speaking of this lift, it turned out she was also giving a lift to a few of her friends. All part of that disgusting (but invariably nice and charming) popular clique. There were six people that needed to get into the car and only five seats. This was when it was suddenly decided that one of the guys would get in the boot (bear in my mind, this was a sincerely small car) and so he did. This was how we drove six people in a five-seater. It was amazing.

As I sat in that backseat, I observed the inner workings of this popular clique and realized they are not so different from the rest of us. As we waited at a traffic light, one of the guys (if you must know, it was Reece. My arch nemesis) said to his girlfriend (the driver and girl in my tute), "I always feel self-conscious when I walk in front of cars at the traffic lights. Like they're judging me. What if they think I walk funny?"

This warmed me to him; a guy I've pretty much had an irrational hatred for since my first day of uni.

At the end of the day, I went to my first Writers' meeting with one of my med acquaintances. They were an interesting, eccentric bunch. I tend to judge a book by its cover and thought maybe some of them were a little too eccentric for me and I wouldn't feel comfortable around them. But I think I'll give it a chance. The friend I went with said I should let her know when I was going to one so she could come with me. Later, she initiated an exchange of phone numbers whilst we rode the bus to the busport.

It was exquisite.

J