I think you’re ready now to hear a little story about a girl. A girl named Megan. A girl named Megan that didn’t have a very good time in high school. I’m referring to myself when I say ‘Megan.’ It’s me, Megan. I know you look at me now and think, ‘Boy, she must have breezed through high school.’ Not the case, Annie. No, this was not easy going up and down the halls. Okay? They used to try to blow me up. They threw firecrackers at my head. Firecrackers. I mean literally. I’m not saying that figuratively. I got firecrackers thrown at my head. They called me a freak. Do you think I let that break me? Do you think I went home to my mommy, crying, ‘I don’t have any friends. Megan doesn’t have any friends’? No, I did not. You know what I did? I pulled myself up, I studied really hard. I read every book in the library. And now? I work for the government. I have the highest possible security clearance. I have six houses. I bought an 18-wheeler a couple of months ago just because I could. Okay, you lost Lillian. You got another best friend sitting right in front of you, if you would notice. Huh? Now, you got to stop feeling sorry for yourself. Okay, ‘cause I do not associate with people that blame the world for their problems. ‘Cause you’re your problem, Annie. And you’re also your solution. You get that?
— Megan, Bridesmaids (via whatsupbok)
