Sometimes Girls Scouts are cruel

Sometimes, Girl Scouts is cruel,

This is ultimately the fundamental lesson here, as cookies sell, leaders shout, and the girls leave the troop to pursue other hobbies.

Sometimes cookie booths start and seem to never stop. Sometimes the girls turn into a burden instead of a friend. Sometimes orders get mixed up and it becomes a three week late order. And sometimes, the girls cry because of so much stress.

Sometimes, Girl Scouts is cruel. And always, when it is, we do the same thing. We pick each other up. We talk till me weep, we recover and bring back memories and laugh til we cry. And we go on. This is the price of being a Girl Scout. And also, arguably, the noblest honor.

Sometimes, Girl Scouts is cruel, and you have no choice but to accept that as part of the bargain called an everlasting sisterhood. And when its time to deal with it, you do.

But what if it’s always time to deal with it?

Surely some girls with their tear- streaked faces are forgiven for thinking it is always their turn, just minutes after the ruin a weekend trip to Mackinac. Surely, the rest of us searching for the remedy to her sadness, experiencing sorrow and determination from the comfort of our cots and sleeping bags, are tempted to leave the troop for the same reason.

Bad enough, Girl Scouts is expensive. Bad enough, we get made fun of by our peer for the childish sing-alongs we perform for the Daisy scouts. Bad enough, all that, yet at the end of the day, those are the things that make our troop, Troop #20473.

Sometimes, though, you have to wonder if the troop itself is crumbling to an end of our twelve year sisterhood.