NaBloPoMo – January 6, 2014

1 A January 2014 BlogHer

Monday, January 6, 2014
Tell us about a time you bent to peer pressure.

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During my ‘tween’ years, I had a best friend that was my opposite. I was a ‘goody-two shoes’ and she was, well, a hellion. She would do all kinds of things that I’d never think of. Being her crony, I tended to follow along.
She would call me names like: cry-baby, mama’s girl, and goody-two-shoes. She would tell me I couldn’t be her friend anymore, etc…
I did bend to her peer pressure and did a lot of things, I never would have done without her. I adored her, loved her, followed her, and helped her do things that I knew were wrong.
A couple of episodes stand out most in my mind like: all the nights she would stay over-night at my house, and I would help her sneak out my bedroom window to meet up with some boy who was four to eight years older than her. She got by with it and no one ever knew.
Then there were all the times I would stay-over at her house for the night and we would crawl out of her bedroom window to meet with other friends or just to walk the highway to see if any cute guys drove by.
I can look back now, in retrospect, and realize that I wasn’t her friend, I was just being used.
At 11 to 12 years old, she was way ahead of me physically and mentally. I wanted to be her and I would do anything for her.
My family moved about an hour away, when I was 13, and I went back to my goody-two-shoe self. I found other goody-two-shoe friends at my new school. I often wonder how things would have turned out if my family had not moved? Mostly, I am just thankful that nothing bad happened during those days when I was so vulnerable.

1 A Goody Two Shoes

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