My sweater is on backwards and inside out, and you say how appropriate

So next week, due to family buisness, I'll be going to my Uncle's ward for a baby blessing. My previous ward. Should prove to be interesting seeing people I went to school with back in the day. It seems wherever I go in Bountiful, my reputation there follows me...

Still, I have a message to give, from a friend, to one of the guys from my previous 'group'. I could so easily play matchmaker here, but that's if I choose to, it wouldn't be the first time I've tried to set them up. Of course I creep them out up there, him included...

Talking to that friend was interesting, she still keeps in touch with them. From what I heard, the group dynamics are still just as chaotic as ever if not worse, and well, I'm reminded that I came to this school for a reason. I hated the teenage politics and the class divisions not to mention the endless drama. I didn't choose to conform to that, I was backward when it came to it. No wonder I chose to stand in the shadows...

People were scared of me there, scared. Still are I guess, there at least. Bountiful people are very strange. It was because I didn't seem normal, because I didn't look them in a group A and group B environment. It didn't really help that I cussed or that I had a sadistic sense of humor or the million other reasons why I didn't fit the part. Kinda intimidated people, though now, I'm almost harmless (by choice), but I can't say that for then.

Couldn't help it this time, had to quote Ms. Morrisette on this one. It just goes to show why I hate fashion and the idea that a person's style reflects their personality and status. I get enough of that BS at home. My parents hold to that strongly, sadly enough, I would have liked to think that people would see the stupidity in that as they grew older. They're still worried of what people think of them, and then you got me, I don't give a damn. Hell, I've been punished before because I wanted to wear something 'springy' to church during the winter season. No wonder I'm so anti-fashion.

Yes, me and my tangents... Back to what I was saying... I've almost missed that reputation, if not that identity, as I am seen as harmless and innocent. I use the word almost, and only because it worked to my advantage then, but it would not now. I used that outlook as a shield there, to keep people away that let a petty appearance determine who I am. Though it was nice to somewhat kill off the expectations from my parents. I have no need to completely shut people out, because of what it once made me. Live and learn they say.

So anyway, I'm hoping to get a few laughs out of it, if they seem a little withdrawn. I'm going to talk to them regardless, though they may not recognize me with light hair. I haven't seen real fear in a long while. Though what they are afraid of, I do not know.