I spent kindergarten and first grade at Quartz Hill Elementary, but then went to Rancho Vista the next year because of some fight between my mom and my friend's mom. My friend's mom thought I was too "aggressive" on the playground, and almost always overruled her precious daughter. Well that was a bunch of bull, because on the playground, her angel was terribly vicious to other kids. Of course my mom defended me, and the other mom stayed by her daughter, but when mom's fight, it gets ugly. When we all had a sit down, I noticed my friend was prim and proper, sugary and sickly sweet. I was confused as to why she turned so rude to me during that hour with our mom's in the room. Wasn't she my friend?
I quickly learned that people are just dirty cameleons. They blend according to who they're with and it's a little disappointing. You don't really know if they're "real" with you or just trying to gain your approval for the time being. Doesn't that make everything false? You think you've made a true friendship and are able to share quality thoughts with each other, but when there's another person's influence around, your friend turns out to be a completely different person. Sometimes meaner, sometimes quieter, and sometimes more cheerful....So which side is truly how your friend feels about you? The sincere I'm-here-to-listen one, or the I-actually-think-you're-poo friend?
Of course, that makes me self reflect and self-conscious about my multiple faces also. It makes me sad. Oh well. I guess that's how our nature is meant to be. Although I think she was just jealous that I always got to be Pocahontas and she was stuck playing my sister.
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