#23. You're best friend and/or cousin in my case, is the most gorgeous thing to walk the earth. And you, as a mere mortal, have to walk next to her and go unnoticed 90% of the time.
I'm sure some can relate.
You're the friend of the girl that all the guys drool over. The friend of one of the many popular girls in school. The friend of the gorgeous blonde/brunette, which means all possible attention you could be getting has been and will forever be dissolved as soon as they look at the goddess standing next to you.
Technically, this is our own fault because we become friends with these people. But how are we supposed to know we'll end up in this position yet again? In my case, my best friend is not only a friend, but also a relative. So even if I didn't want to be her BFF, I'd still have to suffer through the agony of shuffling by her side while every man on campus gives her a smile and a wave and out of sheer courtesy asks me my name, for the third time.
I didn't choose the tag-along life, the tag-along life chose me. Let's all sheepishly admit our terrible life-calling and make support groups and book clubs. We'll meet on Tuesdays.
my heart goes out to you all,
madeleine
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