  okay,  so I have a confession. I used to live in a glass bubble.  Seriously. I didn't know what a swearword was until 4th grade. I barely knew NKOTB.
I didn't drink until I was 20. AND I never watched a complete Molly Ringwald movie until last night!  It is hard to explain to people how conservative my parents were because they end up sounding like Nazis.  I hated it at the time but I look back at what my friends started doing in middle school and high school and am glad to have been saved.  Not that I think I would have given in to peer pressure,  I was always the person marching to her own beat but I would have become aware of my individuality a lot sooner.
 So " Pretty in Pink"  was the movie I watched last night. it was good!  Sometimes when you watch old movies they drive you nuts because they are the old school bad effects,  etc.
 but this was not like that.  I think my favorite part was when Duckie was lip synching. halarious!  I must say,  I so identified with Andie in high school. I was the girl hanging out with all the preps spending all their money on clothes.
 I just wasn't that way.  It wasn't that my parents didn't have money but I was raised to be frugal so for me,  a complete outfit for $ 15 was much more of a high than getting designer jeans for $ 90.  I probably committed many fashion faux pas while bargain shopping but it didn't matter to me.
I was different and I was made well aware of that by everyone.  At church I didn't fit in because that is where all my preppy friends went so I wasn't in designer duds like they were,  I didn't party and get trashed like they did,  I chose my friends over my boyfriend,  and the list could go on and on.  At school I didn't fit in because I was seen as the "
elite"  crowd.  My mom was a teacher,  my dad was president of the school board,  I was the top of my class,  and involved in any extra-
curricular activity available.  It was kind of humorous because at church I was a prude and weird because of the way I dressed. at school I was the trend setter.  Talk about schizophrenia!  Then there was the situation with the boys.  I felt bad for Duckie last night.
and it made me realize what my guy friends must have felt like in high school.  It wasn't until a few years after high school that I realized the guys that I considered my best friends had,  at some point in high school,  wanted to date me.  And I'm sure they felt I was so self- absorbed in my life that I was just being callous.
but that really wasn't it.  I didn't have any idea in high school these guys liked me like that!  I had gotten so used to being the eccentric girl that everyone is friends with but no one remembers to include,  I just figured these guys were the same. they provided much less drama than the girls. they were like brothers to me.
 I found a lot of solace in these guys and I would have done anything for them.  So the lesson,  kids,  is this. if you like someone or think you are in love with them. tell them.
 Maybe she isn't being cold,  maybe she isn't just using you. maybe,  just maybe,  she doesn't like herself so she would never dream someone else could either.  To be honest,
 as I'm sitting here thinking and remembering back,  I don't know what I would have done. I don't know what would have happened if one of them asked me out on an actual date. and maybe they did and maybe I missed it. maybe I just thought we were hanging out like we always did. I had a boyfriend off and on in high school so I don't know.
I just know life is too short to ask the what if's. you have to just grab it by the horns and hold on.  in pink,  of course!
