Minority Rules!

Ah, it feels like a wine night. In her car she goes to the liquor store. After buying her favorite - white burgundy (french wines are the best!) - she notices a girl named Laura she knew and partied with, but never particularly liked. "Hey you!" she hears Laura call. "God, just ignore her, act like you never heard her" she thinks to herself. "Hey girl!" she hears again. Shit - too late! She turns in the direction of this voice she knows all too well.

"Hi, long time no see!" she replies to Laura in her fakest I'm happy to see you voice. Laura reminds her of the girl who would go to see a band play, not for the music, but for the groupie atmosphere. She remembers being at a bar one time and feeling someone petting her hair, only to turn around and see Laura standing behind her. Who does that? Who goes up to another girl she hardly knows and pets them? Creepy.

After the brief encounter, she explains that she's late for a dinner date - which is not true in the slightest, but she's got to find a way out of this. "Adios!" says Laura as they go their separate ways. "Fuck off weirdo!" she thinks as she watches Laura get into her car, but she just smiles instead.

Oh, thank god for that! Just for that, she decides she needs more alcohol. So back into the store she goes and heads straight to the vodka.

When she arrives home, she pours herself a glass of wine straight away. Mmm...it hits the spot. Looks as though it's another night at home drinking by herself again. She prefers it this way though. "When you're all alone, nobody else can say goodbye", she sings to herself.

She's thinking about Laura. It's a gut feeling she has about her. What is her fascination with her hair anyhow? Guess it's like one of those cases where one woman fancies what other woman has. She laughs out loud at this thought. Who would have thought in 6th grade that this would be the case? In 6th grade she was the one wishing she had other girls' hair. The words "but she's the minority" pop into her head. How strange. It's Stacy. She hasn't thought about her in a very long time. She's brought back to a time - it was after basketball practice - 12 years old - her dad was the coach. As her father and her walked out after practice they noticed one of the girls on the team standing off to the side crying. "Hey Stacy, what's wrong?" she asked her. Stacy explained that her friends and her had had an argument. Stacy said that they made fun of her weight - Stacy was an extremely thin girl - almost waif like. Her father tried to explain that it was going to be ok and that she had other friends like his daughter. "But she's the minority" Stacy said crying. Guess you could say that she was in shock. From that day forward, she realized she just was never going to be the popular girl. Didn't matter - popular girls were the most depressed and suppressed. As a matter of fact, years later Stacy took her own life by downing a bunch of pills. Now who's the minority?