Last night I went to a show and ran into a former friend. This is a girl who's very nice, but tries very, very, VERY hard. We exchanged our single polite nothing, and I assumed that our interaction was over, at least until the next time I show up at something "hip" enough for her idea of what counts as cool.
What I didn't know, though, was that this FormerFriend was at the show with NewGirl, which girl recently started dating a friend of mine.
NG seemed very nice - sweet and easy to talk to, and all the other things you want NGs to be for friends of yours - but FF was hanging around the pair, trying to show how funny and crazy she was and generally having to somehow "prove" something about who knows WHO here.
To the extent that, late in the evening, when my friend was near the stage, next to me, and had to draw my ear down so that I could hear whatever he was shouting, FF felt the need to grab his shoulders, shout at him, and pull him away.
This isn't a friend competition, FF. I couldn't care less if you know him, too.
But the girl that's competing on everything doesn't see this.
Another tidbit: a friend of my mother's recently told me about her first visit with her now daughter-in-law. Said D-I-L was staying at mom's for some holiday and, every time mom and son started to look like they might be sharing a quality moment, swooped in and verbally dragged son away.
This is offered simply to show that to the true I-need-you-to-know-I'm-better/cooler/more-loved female, no one is off limits in the battle to establish her own supremacy to herself.
Girls, this is one of the BLESSINGS of old(er) age - it's not always a barely-concealed turf match.
At least, it's not for me...
-Posted by Jilly
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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