You know, I don’t really do anything wrong. I’m not bragging or being conceited; it’s the truth. I didn’t drink before I turned twenty-one, and I can count on one hand how many drinks I’ve had. Granted, my twenty-first birthday was barely two weeks ago, but the important part is how I’m almost done with my seventh semester of college and didn’t drink until two weeks ago. Along those lines, I haven’t been drunk. I’m very obviously not dating anyone, nor am I trying to date someone, nor am I hooking up with anyone, nor am I trying to hook up with anyone. I’m not married, so I’m not having sex … of any kind. I am nice to everyone and generally a good person. So y’all tell me what you could possibly say about me. I don’t do anything. I go to class and do my work and fulfill my responsibilities for my extracurricular activities.
I’m not mad. People can say what they want; I spent an hour and a half of my afternoon typing my study guide for my communications law final, so not only am I aware of First Amendment rights, I respect them. (I am also pretty familiar with libel law, too, so there’s that.) I’m completely fine with the fact that not everyone will like me and that some people will go so far as to spread rumors about me. It’s a fact of life. I’m down with that. But the question remains: What can you say about me? That I talk too much? That I’m sometimes weirdly possessive of my ex-boyfriend, who is also my best friend? That I’m a good girl? What in the world can you possibly say that’s bad? And why would you want to make up bad things to say about me?
I am seriously hoping the grown up world is a little more mature than bored college kids spreading rumors.
