  My childish illusions are shattered. There once was a girl who I dismissed, and thought was more than a little daft, despite the fact that I recall good conversations with her.
My friends told me she was an idiot, and I readily agreed. I think I knew better; but I don't suppose it matters. I had my head up my ass through most of those years. We're now in the same place, and last night, we talked for hours.
I realised that while I was going through Stuff, she was going through Stuff; and had we just communicated, I doubt she would have just been that girl, she would have been a friend. I was a member of a clique who loved to make fun of her. We all new she was nice; that she could play a mean guitar, and that she was a great swimmer, but there was something about her that made her a target.
Maybe it was the niceness, or her nervous way of talking, but we thought we smelled weakness, and went out for blood. I had nothing against her, but didn't like her by default, and I was blissfully igonorant of anything about her, she was just that girl that the girls I hung out with couldn't stand, and therefore, I could stand her either. I met her almost ten years ago, and I am so sorry, so very sorry that I missed out on being this girl's friend.
But, I had the best conversation last night that I've had in years, and I think that we might see more of each other, if we'll be able put the past where it belongs. Anyways, even if not, I got to appologize for the shittiness I dealt her, and she accepted. It's not every day that happens. Makes everything else I did yesterday pale. (Of course, the only noteworthy thing I did yesterday was not have a nap; nonetheless had something Really Cool happend, I still think it would have been pretty anticlimatic.
) It's kind of funny. Sometimes you're in bullshit, but sometimes, just sometimes, you're the one causing it. I'm really glad TheGirlIMissed is giving me an oppurtunity to clean it up. 
