Waiting for my daughter to get off work has brought up some feelings I thought I had moved past.
My daughter is working as a server at a country club. During my last 2 years of high school, my family moved and I changed from a public school to a private prep school.
A lot of people were rich...and snobby. I managed to make friends and of course not everyone was wealthy and snobby, but I often had feelings of never being accepted there, the social circle of my family was "not as good as theirs." School uniforms are supposed to be an equalizer, but let me tell you - they're not.
Anyway, I now spend a few nights a week waiting for my daughter at the club. Invariably, I see some of the same types. Their leisure wear has not changed since the 1980s. You know, Polo by Ralph LauREN, etc.
I sit in the parking lot and unfortunately have to hear these people cackle and whine. Don't you just hate it when your Beemer is in the shop??? lol
And here I am, 30 years post high school graduation, in a run down car in my schlumpy clothes. Have I really gotten anywhere? I know this is just negative thinking, so I will work on that. This isn't old guard Savannah and the people at this country club are really much nicer on the whole.
Thanks for letting me talk about this. Isn't it funny how hurt feelings from way back sometimes resurface?
Now this guy walking by is discussing at length the merits of maraschino cherries.
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