Usually, when something baffles us, it’s only a matter of time before we figure it out. The more we learn from these perplexing things, the more we understand their nature. We eventually uncover the truth behind them. But sometimes, the more we learn about these things, the more they frustrate and bewilder us. That’s exactly what women are to me. Baffling. Perplexing. Frustrating. Bewildering.
To end Mean Girls Week, I think it’s appropriate if I share a mean girl story. A story plucked from my own retarded high school past. It’s not a story about skanky bitches calling everybody “sluts” and “whores”. It’s about high school drama, angst, and awkward silences. It’s about me being in jail with a girl named Vanessa.
I went to a Catholic school in Sta. Rosa, Laguna. Canossa School to be exact. A place were dreams are born and hearts are broken. A breeding ground for leaders, jocks, losers, artists, mean girls, and background dancers for noontime TV shows.
Well hello there, Sexbomb Izzy. How YOU doin’?
