A vivid example of this for me was when I was at school, at just 13 years of age.
Let’s just say I was a fabulous 13 year-old, and extremely focused. I would say that the teachers liked me, but didn’t love me. I was well groomed, very quiet, and kept to myself. In fact, I was very much a loner, not really belonging to any ‘group’. I think the boys ‘l-o-o-o-v-e-d’ me, but I had no time for boys. Academically, I was the 2nd highest in the grade, and as a top dancer I was starting to become extremely well known in my town.
So, with my early successes in mind, I guess it is understandable that some people might have felt aggrieved. Although, by what, exactly? Me?
The reality was that I was just a quiet girl that kept to herself and who stayed in her own lane. I was not in any of the popular groups at school, and only had a few good friends.
I remember one particular morning like it was yesterday, when my one classmate, for no reason at all, had a full-on go at me. Having walked into the classroom and put my school bag down, I then proceeded to walk out for assembly when she spotted me, changing course and walking towards me, shouting, “You know, I am so sick and tired of you. You prance around like you own the school. I hate the sight of you. You make me sick, sick, sick. I HATE YOU!!”
I just stood still, shocked and dumbstruck. It must have been a couple of seconds, but which felt a lot longer. I blinked, said “okay”, and then walked out of the classroom.
BOOM!!! How about that?
I didn’t have anything else to say. Besides, what does one say after something like that?
We never uttered another word to each other for the entire remaining four years of our high school, even at certain times when we were in the same classroom together.