On Being A Slytherin

Ok, not really. I'm not going to write about how awesome Slytherin is or what it's like being ambitious and cunning. ;)

I was just a teensy bit mean this weekend. Inside my head, not actually aloud.

I was thinking there might be some drama between a few friends because we weren't all staying in the same place together. So, I was nervous.

When we got there, however, I asked one of the girls if she needed to be at the wedding early (I was thinking she was one of the bridesmaids - but turns out, she wasn't).

The other girl (who I was awaiting drama from AND is also a bridesmaid) laughed and said, "Why? She doesn't have a reason to be here early!"

Which set off the whole tone of her attitude that weekend.

Smugly superior.

If there's anything I detest, it's a feeling of smug superiority. Do you know why?

Because we were all born naked.

I'm serious! We are all fallen human beings. (And there's no use being smug about being one of the people God saved, because we didn't have anything to do with that!)

So, I kept my mouth shut, but to myself at the end of the weekend, I thought: "Hence the lack of drama. She got to feel superior because we, obviously inferior, weren't asked to be bridesmaids."

I guess I laugh at other's faults because I recognize them in myself.