Cool
Facebook thread: she: "Odd that you are my oldest and truest friend from high school but I didn't even know you in high school" me: "That's because you were waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too cool for me then" she: "I wish I had known that then....." And believe me, she was very cool then. Long long long hair that hung straight down her back over her Go-Getter's booster club sweater that was every bit as wonderful as the varsity sweater the cheerleaders wore. She was never alone. She was always with the other fabulously cool girls, walking in their fabulously cool pack, laughing their ..... well, you get the picture. Social worries? Issues? Anxieties? Problems? No way those girls dealt with anything more horrifying than not having the exact right color grosgrain ribbon for their perfect pony-tails. It wasn't about money; we were all middle-class to one degree or another. It wasn't about anything discernible to my pubescent self, just on the...