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yeah
plus I’m sure its extra hard for them with troy and all
7:40 p.m.
I’m sure it is.
7:41 p.m.
hey remember that time I sat in the grocery store kid car cart thing
7:43 p.m.
And you got stuck! How could I forget?
I laughed so hard I peed my pants in the aisle. So embarrassing.
7:43 p.m.
yeah but so worth it
that was like the hardest I’ve ever laughed and cried at the same time
7:43 p.m.
It really was hysterical.
We should have learned our lesson after the baby swing incident at the park!
7:45 p.m.
omg for sure
gtg nice chatting though
see you around
7:46 p.m.
That sounds good.
Wednesday, March 13, 2024
Note to self:
I’m really not sure what to make of this whole Mandy thing. We haven’t talked in years, she’s made it very clear that she despises me, and then out of nowhere, she wants to reconnect? I’m fine with it, but it just strikes me as so bizarre.
I was reading on the bench by the library yesterday when she walked over to say hello. Of course I was utterly shocked when I looked up to find her face, so naturally I stuttered a reciprocal greeting. She asked how I was, if the book I was reading was for English class, and how my family was doing. With each question, she listened intently to my responses as though she was sincerely interested. I then asked her how she was doing, but the bell rang. She suggested we catch up by text sometime, so I gave her my number before we parted ways.
Off and on all day, I thought about the exchange. I couldn’t make heads or tails of it, and to be honest, I still can’t. On one hand, we’re juniors in high school. I’d be glad to know that we’ve outgrown issues from when we were immature tweenagers. I know I’ve grown a ton. I’m a totally different person. Surely she’s grown, too. But then on the other hand, she called me a “weirdo freak witch” not that long ago… So suddenly, I’m not one?
Then, she texted me tonight. She was kind enough to make simple conversation, and then we laughed a bit over a funny memory that happened in the peak of our friendship. Maybe she’s feeling nostalgic? Maybe she needs a friend of sorts?
I don’t know. I want to give her the benefit of the doubt, that she has released whatever she needed to and that she’s ready to bury the hatchet. I forgave her long ago and maybe she’s ready to do that now. I mean, what does she have to gain by being disingenuous and pretending to let bygones be bygones? That doesn’t really make any sense to me. But for some reason, I am hesitant to trust her. I am reluctant and skeptical.
I am struggling right now without a female confidant. I’ve been craving to connect with my mom, but that hasn’t been working out lately. Maybe the universe is sending me Mandy instead?
I don’t know.
