Later, as I rode the lawnmower around the yard, I began to wonder how many times in my life I was perceived as a Mean Girl. Afterall, I’ve always been pretty careful about who I befriend which might make me appear “cliquey”. I also tend to walk around with my head in the clouds, resulting in me passing right by someone I know without acknowledging them. I can see where this might lead someone to believe that I’m rather unfriendly. I have the habit of wearing an expression that looks angry when I’m lost in thought. This makes me look unapproachable…you catch my drift. Do those things add up to “Mean Girl”? I’ve come to the conclusion that no, these unfortunate personality flaws do not make me a Mean Girl. (Though, I might benefit from a shot or two of Botox to get rid of those angry looking frown lines.)
I delved deeper and I have a confession. I know for sure of a time when I was the Mean Girl. A time when I wasn’t just bitchy in response to someone else being bitchy, but I was a true Mean Girl. It happened during my freshman year of high school in the girl’s locker room following cheerleading tryouts. Figures, right? All you need to do is open the dictionary to the definition of “Mean Girl” and you’ll find the stereotypical picture depicting a bunch of snotty cheerleaders.