Popular?
I'll admit that I've got an addiction. I compulsively check away messages.
Okay, so that's not a big shock, right? I mean, anyone that spends any amount of AIM will admit to the same. You just scroll up and down and check random people's away messages; when you're REALLY bored, you end up looking at everyone's.
I took a look at Sudheer's today, and here's what it said:
let's face it...life is one big popularity contest...
and in today's Class of 2010 elections for class officers, i totally won that contest
life is good.
And the first thing that came to my mind was . . .
how pathetic.
Okay, maybe that's a bit mean. I remember wanting to be popular more than anything. All of the girls in my class shopped at the Gap. Please. I'm brooju (for those of you that don't know what that means, it's shorthand for "broke guju"). No one in my house even knew what the Gap WAS, for God's sakes. But I mentioned it to my mom so many times that when we passed it one day, she agreed to take my in to browse. I remember wandering the store and thinking to myself, these clothes aren't anything special. And when my mother looked at the pricetags, she promptly dragged my ass right out of the store. Even now, when I actually like the Gap (hey, their clothes fit!), I only shop there when my aunt has given my sister and me a ton of giftcards and I used them all up at once. Because I'm not REALLY paying for it, you see. Shut up.
But it was always something like that. A certain TV show or band, a particular pair of jeans or hairstyle, an extracurricular. But that was back in junior high, for God's sakes. I mean, we're all so much older now. Everyone I know is about to embark into the professional world, where you wear business suits and eat boring breakfast cereal. I didn't think that sort of thing mattered anymore. And let's face it - medical school classes are decently large. To get to know everyone in your class, it would take a good amount of time. I mean, it took me years to know who was in junior high class, and even now, I probably know 10% of my graduating high school class. Don't even get me started on undergrad. How can that be considered a popularity contest when people don't even KNOW you? Seriously - I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if he created for himself a reputation of being "extremely smart and social". Please.
Would it feel good if a lot of my class knew me simply because my name had been dropped so often and they elected me into a position such as class officer? Sure, I suppose it'd make me feel good for a day or so. But I'd rather be known for who I really am rather than this facade I have or an impression that people have of me. I'd like to be known for the intelligence I possess without arrogance (ahem), for being genuinely caring and honest, so on and so forth. And on top of all of that, I don't think that popularity would satisfy me in the least. My life wouldn't mean anything without the people that are closest to me. Take me and Sruth, for instance. Granted, I consider it a bit unusual how as the years have gone on, we've just gotten meaner to one another, but there isn't anyone that just READS my mind that way she does and vice versa. She's able to say what I think before it comes out of my mouth. How many people are lucky enough to have that? Or go with Kapoori. How many people can give me a hug and make it all better, and then tops it off with some sort of food? Seriously. If you want to gain weight, all you gotta do is hang out with the guy, because food is just absolutely necessary for socialization. But if you want someone just to make you feel better simply by sitting next to you, he's your man. I've got my girls - RT, Irene, Ritu, and now Bijal - that when things go down, they'll knock on your door with Chinese or pizza and just bash on whoever is being mean to you. And don't even get me started on Aashay - is it possible for someone to make you laugh when you're crying harder than you thought was possible? Did you know that someone could care about you that deeply while allowing you to be independent; did you know that someone could be that sweet to you without feeling the need to gag? Did you know that someone could support you and root for you the whole time you felt like you weren't going to make it, and when you do, they cheer with you?
I told you not to get me started - now I'm getting all sappy, and YES, I'm crying as I write this - Sruth, if you make fun of me for that, I swear to God, I'll whoop your ass. I only cry over dream engagements, aite?
But I digress. The point is, each of these relationships possess some sort of depth, and I love each and every one of them for how unique and open they are, for the fun that we all share, and such business. I have to say - as more and more times passes, the less and less I can fathom liking Sudheer, and even though he was an ASS when he dumped me, I have a lot of pity for the man - if your satisfaction has to come from winning popularity contests, your life must be . . . sad.
Okay, so that's not a big shock, right? I mean, anyone that spends any amount of AIM will admit to the same. You just scroll up and down and check random people's away messages; when you're REALLY bored, you end up looking at everyone's.
I took a look at Sudheer's today, and here's what it said:
let's face it...life is one big popularity contest...
and in today's Class of 2010 elections for class officers, i totally won that contest
life is good.
And the first thing that came to my mind was . . .
how pathetic.
Okay, maybe that's a bit mean. I remember wanting to be popular more than anything. All of the girls in my class shopped at the Gap. Please. I'm brooju (for those of you that don't know what that means, it's shorthand for "broke guju"). No one in my house even knew what the Gap WAS, for God's sakes. But I mentioned it to my mom so many times that when we passed it one day, she agreed to take my in to browse. I remember wandering the store and thinking to myself, these clothes aren't anything special. And when my mother looked at the pricetags, she promptly dragged my ass right out of the store. Even now, when I actually like the Gap (hey, their clothes fit!), I only shop there when my aunt has given my sister and me a ton of giftcards and I used them all up at once. Because I'm not REALLY paying for it, you see. Shut up.
But it was always something like that. A certain TV show or band, a particular pair of jeans or hairstyle, an extracurricular. But that was back in junior high, for God's sakes. I mean, we're all so much older now. Everyone I know is about to embark into the professional world, where you wear business suits and eat boring breakfast cereal. I didn't think that sort of thing mattered anymore. And let's face it - medical school classes are decently large. To get to know everyone in your class, it would take a good amount of time. I mean, it took me years to know who was in junior high class, and even now, I probably know 10% of my graduating high school class. Don't even get me started on undergrad. How can that be considered a popularity contest when people don't even KNOW you? Seriously - I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if he created for himself a reputation of being "extremely smart and social". Please.
Would it feel good if a lot of my class knew me simply because my name had been dropped so often and they elected me into a position such as class officer? Sure, I suppose it'd make me feel good for a day or so. But I'd rather be known for who I really am rather than this facade I have or an impression that people have of me. I'd like to be known for the intelligence I possess without arrogance (ahem), for being genuinely caring and honest, so on and so forth. And on top of all of that, I don't think that popularity would satisfy me in the least. My life wouldn't mean anything without the people that are closest to me. Take me and Sruth, for instance. Granted, I consider it a bit unusual how as the years have gone on, we've just gotten meaner to one another, but there isn't anyone that just READS my mind that way she does and vice versa. She's able to say what I think before it comes out of my mouth. How many people are lucky enough to have that? Or go with Kapoori. How many people can give me a hug and make it all better, and then tops it off with some sort of food? Seriously. If you want to gain weight, all you gotta do is hang out with the guy, because food is just absolutely necessary for socialization. But if you want someone just to make you feel better simply by sitting next to you, he's your man. I've got my girls - RT, Irene, Ritu, and now Bijal - that when things go down, they'll knock on your door with Chinese or pizza and just bash on whoever is being mean to you. And don't even get me started on Aashay - is it possible for someone to make you laugh when you're crying harder than you thought was possible? Did you know that someone could care about you that deeply while allowing you to be independent; did you know that someone could be that sweet to you without feeling the need to gag? Did you know that someone could support you and root for you the whole time you felt like you weren't going to make it, and when you do, they cheer with you?
I told you not to get me started - now I'm getting all sappy, and YES, I'm crying as I write this - Sruth, if you make fun of me for that, I swear to God, I'll whoop your ass. I only cry over dream engagements, aite?
But I digress. The point is, each of these relationships possess some sort of depth, and I love each and every one of them for how unique and open they are, for the fun that we all share, and such business. I have to say - as more and more times passes, the less and less I can fathom liking Sudheer, and even though he was an ASS when he dumped me, I have a lot of pity for the man - if your satisfaction has to come from winning popularity contests, your life must be . . . sad.
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