Sun Mar 09, 2008 5:02 am
"I don't think she's Clear"
I started keeping a diary when I was about 12. I was always a sporadic writer, but I'd been given this lovely blank book for Christmas, and I couldn't think of anything to do with it, so I started a diary.
Right around then, I was hanging out with a girl from school who's mom was a friend of the family. Her mom was lovely (still is), but she, even at that age, was a complete and total b*tch. Bossy, reactionary... and of course the first one to write an ethics report on you if you said the slightest thing she found offensive.
She attested to Clear at the age of 12 or 13, and when I heard the news, the first thing I did was go straight to my diary and write: "I don't think she's Clear." I mean, I thought a Clear was supposed to have no reactive mind, and she was about the most "reactive" person I knew. Well, long story short, she was over one day and read the diary while I was out of the room. She flipped out. She wrote an ethics report. She told my parents. She told her parents. I got in serious trouble.
The last time I saw her, we were both about 16, and she was in full SO uniform with medals, gold braid, sensible pumps, and a tight ponytail. I was in tattered Converse, heavy eyeliner and dyed green hair. She was on her way uplines to get even more fake military medals on her chest as an executive. I was on my way to ethics to get a sec check. We sneered at each other.
If you're reading this, girlie, you know who you are. I hope, one day, you'll get out, and we can talk about that, and laugh.
Right around then, I was hanging out with a girl from school who's mom was a friend of the family. Her mom was lovely (still is), but she, even at that age, was a complete and total b*tch. Bossy, reactionary... and of course the first one to write an ethics report on you if you said the slightest thing she found offensive.
She attested to Clear at the age of 12 or 13, and when I heard the news, the first thing I did was go straight to my diary and write: "I don't think she's Clear." I mean, I thought a Clear was supposed to have no reactive mind, and she was about the most "reactive" person I knew. Well, long story short, she was over one day and read the diary while I was out of the room. She flipped out. She wrote an ethics report. She told my parents. She told her parents. I got in serious trouble.
The last time I saw her, we were both about 16, and she was in full SO uniform with medals, gold braid, sensible pumps, and a tight ponytail. I was in tattered Converse, heavy eyeliner and dyed green hair. She was on her way uplines to get even more fake military medals on her chest as an executive. I was on my way to ethics to get a sec check. We sneered at each other.
If you're reading this, girlie, you know who you are. I hope, one day, you'll get out, and we can talk about that, and laugh.
I had that very thought about sooooo many people!
