I just found myself feeling like I was back in highschool, flashbacks raced through my mind from highschool of the loud chatter I heard coming from the of the back of the senior lounge. The banter and laughter filled the air from the exclusive table from only which the "popular people" gathered known as "The Wall". I never was privy to that table and sat which seemed like miles away with my "nice girlfriends," at a table made for four.
I often found myself making curious glances to that sacred spot, not envious in anyway, most of them I would probably think twice of saving from a burning building. But, I often wondered if they thought everyone else gathered in the room was less than them. I think they did. Seeing the garnet and gold warrior symbol above the wall and feeling that I just wasn't good enough was my first hard lesson in the chain of hierarchy that I thought would banish after highschool. How wrong I was......As a confident, out-spoken almost 40 year old I realize "The Wall" still exists. I can still enter a large room, and know matter right or wrong certain people still hold the cards. There is still the popular and unpopular and sadly this has little to do with character.
I remind myself daily in order to save my sanity, that all that really matters in life is who shares your table at the end of the day whether it be your spouse, children, parents, friend, or a person in need. I always make it a point that everyone feels welcomed to join me at my table.
