Tuesday.
Currently at the Secret Society. They are all playing Quiz Night, but I am not. I am very much on East Coast time right now, and very much caught up in a situation there. I am standing off to the side doing my own thing while half-listening to the game. I knew most of the answers to the first round and almost of the answers to the second round, so I am basically useless right now anyway.
I have just been handed a story out of nowhere. A very epic story. It came with a whole set of sources and everything. I know this story very well, as I was part of it once upon a time. It was something from my NOVA days back in high school. I knew it was a big issue, but I did not know the extent of just how bad it actually was until tonight. I suppose in a way, I kinda figured I always knew it was bigger than just me. I just didn’t really comprehend the actual scope until tonight.
Initially, my source approached me asking me about my “High School Reunion” story from ten years ago. I admitted that I wrote that story as revenge against one specific person in collaboration with a former significant other who was equally upset with her for something she did that negatively affected both of us.
When my source brought it up, I got very angry. Apparently the person in question had spread more rumors and lies in retaliation, which is her usual brand of nonsense. There is a reason why I call her the “Single White Female.” Actually, there are many reasons why I call her that. TLDR: Dat Bitch Cray!
Naturally, I became triggered and upset upon learning this information, and just shot back with multiple messages defending myself for writing what I wrote.
As it turns out, no one likes this person either. In fact, no one ever did. That’s why she felt the need to insert herself into the story in a very Single White Female-y manner. It’s become very clear over time that she has no original personality of her own. That is why she has to steal it from others.
As I was defending myself, two names came up that piqued this person’s interest in particular. This, in turn, made her realize that she, too, played a part in this story. In fact, she is the one who knows the entire story.
The “Single White Female” story was quickly discarded in favor of the REAL tea, which is more of a “Me Too” situation than anything else. We decided to switch focus to the real story at hand and set up a situation in which it is safe to share.
Theoretically, I will be receiving my writing notes in the mail tomorrow… maybe. I will be able to figure out how to navigate this process once I have said notes in my hand. It is time for this story to be told. It is time for us to stand together and come forward to share our stories as a collective who has survived this situation. We all know we are stronger together. There is no point in fighting anymore or holding grudges against each other. Now is the time for the truth to be known.
A plan has been made. A story will be told. We all know we are not alone in our experiences. We must come together now.
I feel very empowered right now. I feel like… for the first time in my life… I am in a space where I can actually do something to help others. I can write this story. I can help my friends process their trauma in a safe space. I can inspire others to come forward and share their stories too.
All we had to do was get past the catty high school drama that pit us all against each other in the first place…
No problem, no problem, no problem…