Oh, I've heard of women doing that. I don't think I have the BRCA gene, but since my aunt (dad's sister) had breast cancer, I might get tested for it someday. Either way, having a double mastectomy is a pretty hard decision to make. I guess one can always have implants put in so they don't have to go through life looking any different. Angelina Jolie looks fabulous after her double mastectomy and even had a complete hysterectomy done too. I'd probably feel like a gutted out fish or hollow shell if I were in her shoes, but she's every bit the woman and mother she was before.

Anyways, it's probably for the best that the aforementioned friend and I had a falling out. She started posting very conservative political rant filled things on Facebook before the election, and as I am very liberal, I felt I had no recourse but to unfollow her to maintain my sanity and keep my blood pressure down. I haven't heard from her since.

Back to my social awkwardness. I recall a situation in high school where I was in the middle of my "eating alone in the girls' bathroom stalls" period, when a girl approached me and said I could sit with her and her group of friends if I wanted. I guess she felt sorry for me. A kind gesture, to be sure, but one that led to some rather heartbreaking results. I started hanging out with them at lunch all the time and I guess I overstayed my welcome because the same girl eventually said, "Someone has to leave this group, and it's....(points finger around at various other friends as if deciding, and then points to me)...you." I knew she wasn't deciding at all when she paused, but rather made an elaborate show of making it seem that way. After that I resumed my eating in the bathrooms stalls routine at lunch, or hanging out in the library if it was an option.