bid day.
It's not that I'm anti-greek. I am simply not interested in it. It doesn't float in my boat; it doesn't settle well in my stomach; it doesn't turn me on; it's not enticing enough for my odd idiosyncrasies.
It's not on my check-list. It is not a life goal. It's not a generational matter in my family. It's not a culture I want to be a part of. It's not my culture.
I enjoyed observing everyone squeal and cry with excitement. That's what floats their boats. I am happy for them. So many happy faces.
But I did NOT enjoy observing the girls who had been dropped stand on the outside and try to support their friends who did get in. "Getting in," whatever that means. BRUTAL.
Bid Day was their moment. I am perfectly fine not being in that kind of social order, getting a big or a little.
That is not my kind of happy moment.
As long as I get to toss a coin over my shoulder into the fountain every day, I am perfectly content.
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