Cookies

Thu, 05/30/2013 - 23:36 -- ChrysD

From a very young age you are told to keep your cookies in the cookie jar until you get married. In my generation, I don't know anyone who is waiting that long. Our decisions are influenced by music, stress, and other contributing factors I cannot think of right now. In school, we have a health class that educates us about our cookies and that if eaten, we aren't the sweetest cookie in the jar anymore. We were also told that if we don't follow certain precautions, bad things would happen. Girls in junior high would giggle in the corners of the classrooms presumably telling their friends the "great" details of womanhood. Momma didn't raise no fool. Months later they'd be in the halls with miserable faces wondering why their cookie bandit no longer had a sweet tooth. One day in one of the restrooms I saw a vicious rumor about a girl in my class in the last stall by the door. She seemed nice. I just knew guys liked to touch her butt and she let them. Maybe she liked the attention. I didn't care much so I didn't judge her. She was crying in the counselor's office after school. She didn't seem to be a crier so I figured the rumors were true or hurtfully false. I didn't see her after that day. She must have transferred. Word of mouth was she was too ashamed of the disease that she got from her high school boyfriend. I guess the moral of the story is "Keep your legs closed or watch what goes between them!"

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