A couple months ago our instructor sent an email and in part said that she was so thrilled that we were all such a cohesive group. We were like "sisters in dance." (I'm paraphrasing here) since she often hears of a lot of "cattiness" among other dance groups.
Everything was all kumbaya and happy happy. I, too, was amazed at how supportive everyone has been. But then last week I noticed something interesting. There were two girls who joined the group a little over a month ago and they've not seemed overly friendly, which at first seemed no big deal, since I consider myself a bit of an introvert.
Last week class began and I was in the second row. We started doing the warm up and then all of a sudden one of the girls comes from behind me and stands one foot in front of me. She is much taller than me and I had to scoot way over to be able to see the instructor. The room is HUGE. There was no need for her to stand smack dab in front of me. Weird. But I made do.
A couple of weeks ago when we attended the Belly Dance Yard sale, I saw her and her buddy and asked all friendly, "Did you find everything you needed?" Her friend looked at me like I had three eyes and said NOTHING!!!
Then, this week, I notice her and her friend glance over my way and then start smirking. (This was the first week I came in full costume, as did most everybody else.) Ok. Whatever. I figured I may have been getting a little paranoid. Then, a little later on, I asked a question and I swear they were whispering to each other. WTH???? Talk about being transported back in time to middle school!! It made me very sad :-(
I stepped outside my comfort zone to take the class in the first place, and now I'm beginning to feel self-conscious. In class, I am not a Chatty Cathy and I pretty much fly under the radar, so I'm not sure what the deal is, but I was sooooo tempted to ask what the problem was. Of course, I may have been misinterpreting things since there are 12 of us in the room, but that is unlikely.
Luckily I have met another mom who lives about a 1/2 mile away and we have been carpooling. She and the other ladies are very sweet. I did not bring this up to her on the way home since I wasn't sure if I was blowing things out of proportion.
Today VC and I were shopping together and I mentioned finding some shells to go with my costume and he said, "I think the Belly Dance class really suits you." I told him about the girls who were being unfriendly and said I bet that he felt this same way at school when shunned by the Kewl Kids and he agreed.
My question: At what age does all this silliness stop??? Sometimes I still feel like a defenseless little kid inside. After years of mental "beat downs" I am ready to unleash a huge can of whoop ass!!
*Goes to eat protein bar. The only sugary thing available as comfort food*
Forget Sisters in Dance, I'm gonna call it "Beyootches in Dance" :D
P.S. VC just said that I will never get into a smackdown, ever (he should not be so sure)
P.P.S. If I can barely handle a belly dance class how would my "sensitive self" fare at BlogHer? I'd be eaten alive!!!
P.P.P.S. The purpose of writing this is just to convey my feelings, not to have you all feel the need to pump me up; although if you do decide to do that, it won't be discouraged ;-)