And We'll All Float On Okay

The movie Mean Girls wasn't really joking when Janice handed Cady the map of the lunchroom.

And High School Musical was pretty accurate as well, high school if full of cliques, and they suck.

Maybe the cliques aren't as defiant or powerful as they are in those films, there isn't a group of four girls at my school who everyone looks up to, and the thespians aren't ranked as highly as the jocks.

Walking around my cafeteria I can easily pick out cliques and label people, I don't do that but it'd be easy.

Ever since the sixth grade I have considered myself something I like to call a "Floater." I don't exactly belong in one specific social group, and I don't want to.

I didn't realize that other people had noticed my anti-clique super power until one day in softball practice when I was talking to one of my friends about the band Paramore, and then I talked to another friend about One Direction, all while I was wearing am Aerosmith shirt.

Suddenly just as we had moved on to talking about All Time Low my friend asked me "What are you?" Some how I knew exactly what she meant, what am I?

I'll admit being a floater doesn't really have all it's perks, sometimes you don't think you belong in any group, which in high school can be a real identity problem.

But in that moment my friend asked me I didn't really think much of it.

 I don't usually think about it. I like who I am, and I am a Floater. I know for a fact that I am not the only one, and that there are different cliques that I don't float in, but I only hang out with the people who make me happy, and if that means I don't "belong" anywhere than that doesn't really matter to me.

So float on Diamonds, float on.