“Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much.” -Oscar Wilde

I decided to google blog topics since I haven't been very creative lately, and I found a nifty blog topic generator. So...I clicked it and my topic is "My Worst Enemy."  This is actually a tough one.  In my opinion, I'm a really nice person.  I am rarely mean to anyone; therefore, people are rarely mean to me, but I do recall I had an enemy in high school.  I despised this girl.  

She wore thick makeup, her shirts were always way too tight, and she was dating a guy who I had dated and she liked to rub it in my face (although I couldn't care less that she was dating him).  I guess she really wasn't an enemy at this time, just not someone I didn't like very much or want to be around.  But she was always around.  The two times we had a class together, she would sit right beside me. I'm sure she knew it irritated me and that's why she did it.  This girl didn't gain enemy status until the Miss Echo pageant.  This pageant was the only school pageant that my high school had and I always really enjoyed being in it.  I was good at it and I wanted to win.  So, my Junior year, I had picked out the most beautiful dress.  It was light pink, slightly sparkly, and it had petals all over the bottom so it looked like I was floating when I walked.  The night before the pageant we had dress rehearsal.  The girl I didn't like so much had decided to be in the pageant this year and we were so lucky to draw numbers right next to each other so we got to stand beside each other throughout the entire pageant.  Backstage in the dressing rooms we were both pulling out our gowns.  She had about three and she hadn't decided which one to wear.  I pulled mine out and showed it to her and she got all excited.  She reached into her dress bag and pulled out the exact same dress in a tan color.  I was mortified.  I thought surely she would decide to wear one of the other numerous dresses she had brought along with her, but she refused.  I honestly believe it was her goal to make me as miserable as possible.  We stood beside each other on the stage while the judges scored our evening gown looks. I'm sure I looked like her mini me up there on that stage. Needless to say, I was extremely upset.  I didn't place in the pageant that year, but I did look better than her.  Muahahahaha (that's my evil laugh).

I haven't seen or spoken to this girl in about 4 years.  I don't guess I'd call her my enemy anymore, but I highly doubt we would ever be friends, unless she has changed...a lot. She never was my cup of tea.