Clicks

I work for a wonderful church, but even working for a church can have it's down sides. The work is easy and atomsphere is relaxed, maybe a little too relaxed.

I was thinking about high school just yesterday. A conversation with a friend sparked a memory about this boy I was so "in love" with. Ha! I didn't know what love really was. But that's not my point. My point is, even though I miss highschool, because I actually had a lot of fun, there are somethings I don't miss one bit. One of them, PE, I've been exercising more and my own schedule and at my own pace, but I don't miss PE class. Where you get sweaty at 10 am then have 5 minutes to take a shower, get re-dressed, fix your hair AND makeup, and if it's picture day you might as well call in sick for third hour.

Another thing I don't miss about highschool is the Clicks. You know what I'm talking about, those five or six girls that were cheerleaders and wouldn't talk to you unless you had the answers to 5th hour's English assignment that they forgot to do. Yeah, I pretty much loathed those girls. There were boy clicks too, the "I'm too hot to date you" boys for example. I didn't like them either. But I thought after highschool those clicks would end.

College started out great. I miss those days actually. There were new people to meet, new places to go, and new things to do. Suddenly, all that other crap just faded away. There were still clicks, they were renamed "Fraternities and Sororities" but I didn't notice them as much. After I dropped out, got married, and moved far far away from home I thought, I'm too old to be around the clicks that haunted me from age 5-18. Boy, was I wrong. I work with 8 other people. EIGHT. Yeah, you read that right. And I still have to deal with clicks. But now, there's just two to four people in the clicks and if for some reason they don't want you to be part of the group, then you're not part of the group. I just wish these people, who are my age, would grow up already. I did. It's not that hard, nor is it that bad.

I'm starting to wonder if it's a Mommy thing. I have a kid, obviously, and they don't. Does the fact that you want everyone to be part of the group (especially when there is only 8 to the actual group) come from squirting another human life out of your body? I could tell you a story about the click here at work, but I don't want to waste the space.

Paul tells us in Galatians 5:14, "The entire law is summed up in a single command: "Love your neighbor as yourself." I'm going to attempt to apply this to my life. I pray they grow up someday soon.