Called Out
First off I have to go on record saying that in high school, I wasn’t even cool enough to hang out with the other band geeks.
Seriously.
I hope one of my high school friends reading this will take 2 seconds to comment and help confirm this fact.
I mention this tiny piece of my painful relationship with high school life because I feel it is important to let everyone in on a secret that apparently I haven’t relayed well enough. I am a big huge walking talking living breathing mega adorable dork. Seriously, I have conversations in computer l33tspeak with friends on Twitter.
Which is part of why I am SO perplexed with the recent phenomenon I’ve been experiencing online. Started about three months ago in GChat with a friend. She commented that she never imagined that she would EVER be in a chat with me. To her I was totally in a different stratosphere from her.
Another person recently told me that they considered the “group” that I’m “part of” one of THE groups of people to know on Twitter. (Seriously?! 3/4 of my “friends” on Twitter are dorks like me, that’s why I love them!) And finally I got an email from someone I barely know this weekend about a comment I wrote saying “It’s just amazing that someone like yourself would take the time to visit my blog and leave such a great comment.”

It’s because of these things that I’m gonna call someone out. Usually, when I have an issue with people, I’ll email or chat with them. I find nothing productive ever comes from those situations when you do it in public. It ends up being a lot of people shouting and screaming as much as they can, and I don’t like loud noises. But I feel the time has come to stop the insanity.
We started as freshmen, everyone trying to figure out what our positions are in this new school while also discovering all the hair that’s growing in weird new places. We’ve passed sophomore year where you start developing some relationships, but in reality you are discovering the pecking order and your “place” in it. We are now in our junior year of high school here in the online world.
And I’m gonna start by calling out the only person I have control over. I’m calling myself out. This game is getting old, and let’s be real, it has gone on for FAR too long. Sure the ego thrill of compliments, being called an “expert,” or winning homecoming queen at the fall football game are all great.
But even the nicest and most sincere person can get swept up in it all and pretty soon you realize that they are Freddie Prinze Jr/Julia Stiles in their 6,738th teen movie. They may have hearts of gold underneath it all, but you don’t see it until you vest yourself for 75 minutes into the movie when the big non-choreographed choreographed dance scene breaks out. If you give up cause he/she is grating on your nerves trying to be cool/smart/popular/engaging then they never get to show you there’s more to them. Or worse you have some people that may flock and worship mindlessly the captain of the soccer team/cheerleading squad.
And so I leave you all with this. Please do not EVER put me in some unreachable “level” of person. Aside from the fact that I know with absolute certainty that I’m not nearly as popular as some seem to think, it is just further perpetrating these cliques and this problem. Reach out. Email me. Chat with me. Twitter with me. Comment only if you are inclined. Let me get to know you and I promise I’ll let you get to know me.
I really AM just a big huge walking talking living breathing mega adorable dork. And I love people, I really do! I wouldn’t even know what to do with myself in the cool clique. The more we work to build relationships and get beyond the superficial high school popularity contests, social media climbing and bullshit, the better our online worlds will be.
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