I think we have something to learn from our middle school selves.
Back in the good ol' days, it didn't matter if you were wearing Michael Kors glasses, because at the end of the day, you knew you would be getting ripped on for being a four-eyed fool.
Got a really bad sweet tooth? You're screwed because someone WILL rob you of your cookies during recess.
And God help anyone who was not the little nerd who aced all his tests. That dude was getting laiiiiiiiid for a study date. And by laid, I mean with intense bribery and compliments.
What's crazy is that we didn't care about the fact that Michael Kors meant money, or that the cookies meant unhealthy weakness, or that the geeky nature was equivalent to bad in bed. And beyond all of that - we couldn't see something that often drives people towards and away from one another - physical appearance.
It didn't matter if you were the "hottie" on the cheerleading team or a unibrowed beast. Because middle school crushes don't see all of that crap. They saw the best in a bad situation (because let's be real - even the cheerleaders were busted), and really fell for the inside. The only thing left to scrutinize was humor, spunk, and how someone made you feel beyond the cheez-its they offered you during lunchtime.
There's something majestic about this innocence. It's powerful, because it makes us forget all of the silly things that we have somehow been conditioned to look for. By being blind to this, we could see something far more beautiful - the inner confounds of our classmates. And even though we couldn't understand them, or analyze them, maybe that was what made young love more pure than the "sophisticated" things we experience today.
What I would give to be blind again, and have more people in this world share in the beautiful darkness.
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