I wasn't very popular as a kid. Other kids gave me quite a lot of grief. There was this one girl in our primary school class called Susan. She had red hair and a pale skin. It appeared like there's something wrong with her. Everyone mocked her, and a whole sub-culture developed around the idea of "Susan germs". For example, the kids would draw mirrors on paper and put it up to "deflect the susan germs". Being a creative person myself, I joined in the act and actively contributed to the invention of new "susan germ deflectors". One day she turned around, and told me how much it was hurting her. For some reason I never thought that she minded. I felt so ashamed of myself. Having being mocked myself, I should have known better. I never did anything like that to her again, but always wished I had an opertunity to apologise to her. That oppertunity came on our 10th matric reunion. She turned quite beautiful. I wanted to go apologise, but one of my old friends told me not to open up ancient wounds, so I left it. Still, I wonder what might've happened if I did.

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