When Your Past Self Somehow Has Your Back

I promise this will all make sense in a little bit. Maybe. I actually shouldn't promise anything. Well, anyway, my younger sister, Jo-Jo, has recently started her volleyball season and had a game today against (I'm guessing) St. Theresa of Avila. She came home all excited which totally confused me. She hates volleyball and rarely gets it over the net, so why was she all happy? Did a miracle occur, and she actually hit the ball over the net without face-planting? Well, apparently, yes, this did happen, but it wasn't what she was all happy about. She was ecstatic because she pegged some poor little girl in the face, gave her a bloody nose, and made her cry. This got me to thinking about when I played volleyball back in the day (am I even old enough to use "back in the day" yet?). I forget how old I was (though I remember who we were playing, and I probably shouldn't say because it would totally give it away) but something similar happened to me. Not really. What happened to me was a bit different. During one game, I remember being bad-mouthed by this short girl on the opposing team after a nasty face-plant with the net when I missed the stupid ball (do you even call it face-planting if it's with a net?). It was pretty annoying and hurt, but I really couldn't do anything about it. During the last match of the game, I spiked the ball on the third hit like I was supposed to, and without meaning to, I nailed the same girl who had been making fun of me in the face and caused a minor nose bleed. Now, flash-forward a couple of years to high school. I was talking with a girl (who shall remain nameless) about volleyball and stuff. We were talking about past games, and she mentioned having a ball spiked in her face. I was like whoa, we're the same age meaning we would have played each other at one point, and I SPIKED A BALL IN SOMEONE'S FACE!!! So, I asked her who she was playing at the time, and she answered Mercy! It's like OH MY GOD THAT WAS ME!! MY PAST SELF ROCKED! And totally had my back. Now, you may be thinking, "Wow, Del. You're like the worst human being alive. How could you possibly be happy over pegging some girl years ago. That's just diabolical." Well, yes. Yes, it is. Thank you very much for the compliment, but you have to understand that the girl in question has made my high school years a living nightmare of sorts (I guess you could call it that) and is my self-proclaimed ARCH-NEMESIS (who knows if this is even true). So, I do have my reasons, and clearly, my past self somehow knew this would happen. Thank you so very much, past me. You were truly remarkable, and your klutziness somehow paid off.

- Delanna

P.S. If you actually know who I'm talking about or somehow figure it out, don't talk about it. I just posted this because I thought it was funny. I don't want to cause anymore trouble than what's already going on in my life. That's why I left the person's name and middle school out (mostly because if she reads this, I would be a dead, dead, dead man after this was read), and if I did include it, that would make it too easy to figure out and would lose any sense of fun. -_-