Out of Body Experience

Before I go into the out of body experience that just occurred in my life, I first need to set the stage. I just had lunch with a friend from college. Her name is Kristi and I literally don't think that I have seen her since my senior year of college which was 7 years ago (holy geez). We had great time, and it was so nice to be able to catch up. Ok, so she's also part of my Phi Mu family. Ugh...I cringe to speak of Phi Mu families at the age of 29, but it's completely necessary for this story so just roll with it. She also happens to be the current chapter advisor for the pink and white team at UGA so after lunch she said that she had to run by the house and pick up some mail and asked if I wanted to go. Like any good Phi Mu, I take every opportunity to pay homage to Mary, Mary, and Martha so naturally I said, "sure". Thus the out of body experience began...

Now I've always known that Greek Life at North Georgia is a very different world than what it is at major colleges and universities. But this afternoon when I walked into that house, I seriously felt like I was in an episode of Beverly Hills 90210 (come on...admit it, you know which one I'm talking about) and I was Andrea Zuckerman wearing the Star of David necklace around my neck. Rush (er...Recruitment) begins on Wednesday so all the girls were there and there were signs with pictures of Rushees (er...Potential New Members) plastered all over the walls. As I was meeting some of the girls, I remembered the pimple on my chin and regretted not powdering my nose and applying a fresh coat of lipstick. Suddenly I was conscious of my pasty white (aka, skin-cancer free) legs and wished that I had worn pants instead of a skirt. As I scanned the parking lot I thought about how most of these nice young ladies had cars much nicer than one I will probably ever drive (unless that whole red Volvo SUV thing works out). What was my problem? For the love of all things shallow and materialistic...I'm 10 years older than these girls!!! I'm at a completely different stage in life. I should be past all that comparison nonsense, shouldn't I? I wonder if women ever completely outgrow it though. Unfortunately I don't think we do. The comparisons just transition as we transition into different stages in our lives, or the things that we are comparing are dependent upon the situation. We are all still silly, silly girls at the end of the day. Each of us have something that others envy, yet it's really easy to forget about our greatness when we're too busy focusing on what "she has that I don't have". But things could be worse...we could burp and scratch and smack each other on the backsides.