To me, the cliques in my high school were the cheerleaders’ table. And the dance team’s table. And the Chamber Choir’s table.
They were the elitists. They were the ones too good for everyone else.
Not my boys.
Not Brandon. And Steve. And John Mark. And Adam. And all the other guys.
Except… guess what. Time has done it’s thing, and I’m now friends with a few of the cheerleaders from high school. I’m friends with a couple of the girls who were on dance team. I’m friends with a couple of the elite Chamber Choir members from back in the day.
And you know what I’ve found?
They are just as awesome as my friends were. They are just as nice. They are not arrogant. At all. And everything I thought and assumed was going on at their tables, well… it probably wasn’t.
I couldn’t know that back then though because… I never approached them and tried to make friends. I never said hi to them. I never once made an effort to get to know any of them. I just assumed that they were a clique who didn’t want anyone else around.
And so it is in the Health Club.
There is no clique.
Never has been.
Never will be.
The club is too awesome for that kind of silliness.
What there are is a bunch of people who have slowly grown a friendship, who are positive and upbeat, and who always have room at their table for new people.
All people have to do is jump into the water and see where they bob up.
All they need to do is carry their lunch tray across the room and ask if they can sit down.
All they need to do is go try and be a friend instead of being upset that the friends aren’t coming to them.
“I went out to find a friend and could not find one there. I went out to be a friend, and friends were everywhere.”
It’s as true in the Health Club as it was in high school. It’s as true in our workplaces as it is in our neighborhoods. It’s as true at parties as it is at church.
Oh, I’m sure real, and mean, and vicious, and elitist cliques do exist.
I just don’t believe any of us can say that anything or any group of people is a clique until they actually reject our attempts at friendship and don’t openly want us there.
I also think there are many of us who would be very surprised just how easy it is to “make it in.”
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing