I spotted her this morning when I was journaling. My inner mean girl, I mean. Although she has the occasional critical comment to make about other people, the truth is, she mainly picks on me. And I have gotten so used to her voice that I usually don’t even question what I’m hearing.
M.G. has plenty to say about the weight I gained after I quit smoking (“How could you have let this happen–again?? Don’t you ever learn?”) There’s no credit for the accomplishment of breaking the nicotine habit, though. M.G. says: “That’s what you get for starting smoking in the first place.”
My most cherished dreams are fair game, too. When I dare to hope that I might meet a nice man, one I could love and respect, and he might love and respect me right back, M.G. says: “All the good ones are taken” or “Men your age want younger women.”
I’ve got to tell you, I was raised a small town/country girl, and if anybody outside my own head ever talked to me like that, I’d probably tie right into them, make them a new face. Rip their lips off. You get the highly exaggerated idea.
And I’d be stooping right down to Mean Girl’s level, if I replied in kind. So I’m taking a compassionate approach, because I think, deep down, M.G. truly believes she’s protecting me. She probably just needs some love and reassurance.
Do you have an inner Mean Girl/Guy?
Careful. They can be very convincing.
Make it a great weekend.