20 years later
I have my twentieth high school reunion coming up this summer. I know a lot of people look forward to such things, why I'm not too sure. Adolescence is a rough thing for most (for a variety of reasons), I don't think mine was any more or less difficult but I did have a few things that were unique to my situation. I matured through those years, but moreso as an adult. I was talking with a friend of mine from those years (she and I have had an odd history together, but that's another story) who agreed that we were being trained to become alums while there. I would have to agree, there certainly was a level of elitism, but there was also a certain veneer of sleaze under it as well for some like the gal who now a convict serving time for Arson 1 and Murder 2 in a maximum security prison on the West Coast last I heard. I'm not sure if she's out now or if the other inmates have killed her yet either. Most alumni relationships are based on hazy, nostalgic memories of days gone by. Nostalgia doesn't always mean good memories by definition, but many seem to forget that aspect. Perhaps what makes my situation unique today is that I am being pushed on occasion by my Dad to go to my high school and/or college alma mater in order to make good friends rather than who I hang around with now. Truth be told, he hasn't said it in a long time because he hasn't gone off on me as of late, but maybe because I'm pushing 40 he has at last given up on that foolishness.
While having a chat with someone tonight online, I made mention that I am without a date (a real or fake one) to this upcoming event. Why do I want to do this? Because I won't feel like a loser, I said. He told me that I am not a loser by any means, and by no means is this some kind of pity party. I thought about why I should or shouldn't go to this event (as of this writing no date, time or place has been decided upon as far as I know either). There seem to be six reasons that I can think of which would give me pause:
1) If I want you in my life, you're already there
Many see this as the happiest days of their lives, and for many it was I suppose. They were surrounded by many friends and enjoyable days; and, after they graduated they did not have contact with them anymore. Why? Perhaps they went into the Witness Protection Program or they moved to Amish country where modern technology was forbidden. Then one day they are bonked on the head by a coconut and decide when they get that invite in the mail that they will go to their reunion. But to me, if you want to have anyone in your life, especially with the advent of communications, Facebook and the Internet, if you want that person in your life they are already there. That is, what I feel Facebook is really for. I find that person and write a friendly email to them (Hey, Jane Doe, still an incorrigible slut? Yeah, I thought so.)
2) Even if I did like you, it's not enough to be with others who I don't
Truth be told, there are plenty of people who I went to high school with who I have nothing against. We didn't know each other that well, so how could you not like someone you don't even know? If I were to meet them by some random coincidence I would be happy to chat with them and catch up. If someone were to say let's meet for drinks or dinner or something, I would take them up on the offer to do so without having to see that skanky bitch (name) or that arrogant brat (name) at the same time. I'd be happy to hear about her precious bilingual triplets with Asberger's Syndrome or her husband's successful law practice or the fact that she knits them all sweaters and not having to see said skanky bitch or arrogant brat over on the other side of the bar now as thick thighed old lush skanks with turkey waddle under their chins. I apologize to all alums of Laurel School, you were all perfectly lovely people but the bad apples were incentive enough that I wouldn't want to see some of you again.
3) Awkward sexual encounter
I went to an all girls' school, and I can say that I have never had sex with any member of mine or other classes. For the average person who attended a coed school, it would be an obvious awkward encounter with someone from their past. I was not, like I said, in fear of this, but since many have come out since those years, don't say it didn't happen for them. I wonder how that would go?
4) Not dancing / Listening to late 80s/early 90s music
I went to high school during the height of grunge, the last great death rattle of rock before hip hop took over. I was fortunate enough to be introduced to Nirvana during my junior year, at quite honestly the perfect age (16 going on 17 like the song says) in order to change and then later become a 90s hipster during my college years at WVFI 640 am. I went through that embarrassing time of the late 80s and still holding onto some middle schoolishness, then I acquired taste. My classmates were also of the same mindset, no doubt, but they would choose the more tacky, novelty songs such as Roxette, Milli Vanilli, etc. (excluding the goths, of course). And I'm not listening, let alone dancing, to that or anything else.
5) I will never achieve enough to make my enemies suffer
While Bill Gates, Mark Zuckerberg and Brad Pitt may never have anything to worry about, that is an ideal that I can never achieve. What exactly would I be going for if I had no great wealth or accomplishment to boast of? And what would this accomplishment be? Living the billionaire lifestyle of Richard Branson? A gorgeous trophy husband like Angelina Jolie has? I sent John Taylor from Duran Duran and Jim Carrey tweets asking if they would be my date to the reunion (Morten doesn't have a Twitter account) for just the second goal. The more I thought about it, I realized that one has to be the Master of Time and Space, which I was going for during those years after all. It's something different for each of us, whether it's a family, house, car, peace and quiet, creativity, calm seclusion, travel, etc. One who thinks of themselves as a failure would not want to show it to their enemies let alone those they don't really know, but that would not totally excuse them from attendance at said reunion. Really, the skank bitch's standards don't really apply to me, do they? Life is a journey and I am rather happy with what I have today which I didn't back then. The journey never ends, things will change to be sure, but I am happy and that's what really matters.
6) The skank bitch(es)
I will not name names BECAUSE I AIN'T CRAZY, but those in question are not based on real people or events. But for the record, I have never had sex with any of my Laurel classmates. But I will say that I don't have one lesbian tendency, but if Angelina Jolie were to make me an offer I would fuck her.
So in closing, I am up in the air about whether or not to go. It could be more blog material if nothing else.
While having a chat with someone tonight online, I made mention that I am without a date (a real or fake one) to this upcoming event. Why do I want to do this? Because I won't feel like a loser, I said. He told me that I am not a loser by any means, and by no means is this some kind of pity party. I thought about why I should or shouldn't go to this event (as of this writing no date, time or place has been decided upon as far as I know either). There seem to be six reasons that I can think of which would give me pause:
1) If I want you in my life, you're already there
Many see this as the happiest days of their lives, and for many it was I suppose. They were surrounded by many friends and enjoyable days; and, after they graduated they did not have contact with them anymore. Why? Perhaps they went into the Witness Protection Program or they moved to Amish country where modern technology was forbidden. Then one day they are bonked on the head by a coconut and decide when they get that invite in the mail that they will go to their reunion. But to me, if you want to have anyone in your life, especially with the advent of communications, Facebook and the Internet, if you want that person in your life they are already there. That is, what I feel Facebook is really for. I find that person and write a friendly email to them (Hey, Jane Doe, still an incorrigible slut? Yeah, I thought so.)
2) Even if I did like you, it's not enough to be with others who I don't
Truth be told, there are plenty of people who I went to high school with who I have nothing against. We didn't know each other that well, so how could you not like someone you don't even know? If I were to meet them by some random coincidence I would be happy to chat with them and catch up. If someone were to say let's meet for drinks or dinner or something, I would take them up on the offer to do so without having to see that skanky bitch (name) or that arrogant brat (name) at the same time. I'd be happy to hear about her precious bilingual triplets with Asberger's Syndrome or her husband's successful law practice or the fact that she knits them all sweaters and not having to see said skanky bitch or arrogant brat over on the other side of the bar now as thick thighed old lush skanks with turkey waddle under their chins. I apologize to all alums of Laurel School, you were all perfectly lovely people but the bad apples were incentive enough that I wouldn't want to see some of you again.
3) Awkward sexual encounter
I went to an all girls' school, and I can say that I have never had sex with any member of mine or other classes. For the average person who attended a coed school, it would be an obvious awkward encounter with someone from their past. I was not, like I said, in fear of this, but since many have come out since those years, don't say it didn't happen for them. I wonder how that would go?
4) Not dancing / Listening to late 80s/early 90s music
I went to high school during the height of grunge, the last great death rattle of rock before hip hop took over. I was fortunate enough to be introduced to Nirvana during my junior year, at quite honestly the perfect age (16 going on 17 like the song says) in order to change and then later become a 90s hipster during my college years at WVFI 640 am. I went through that embarrassing time of the late 80s and still holding onto some middle schoolishness, then I acquired taste. My classmates were also of the same mindset, no doubt, but they would choose the more tacky, novelty songs such as Roxette, Milli Vanilli, etc. (excluding the goths, of course). And I'm not listening, let alone dancing, to that or anything else.
5) I will never achieve enough to make my enemies suffer
While Bill Gates, Mark Zuckerberg and Brad Pitt may never have anything to worry about, that is an ideal that I can never achieve. What exactly would I be going for if I had no great wealth or accomplishment to boast of? And what would this accomplishment be? Living the billionaire lifestyle of Richard Branson? A gorgeous trophy husband like Angelina Jolie has? I sent John Taylor from Duran Duran and Jim Carrey tweets asking if they would be my date to the reunion (Morten doesn't have a Twitter account) for just the second goal. The more I thought about it, I realized that one has to be the Master of Time and Space, which I was going for during those years after all. It's something different for each of us, whether it's a family, house, car, peace and quiet, creativity, calm seclusion, travel, etc. One who thinks of themselves as a failure would not want to show it to their enemies let alone those they don't really know, but that would not totally excuse them from attendance at said reunion. Really, the skank bitch's standards don't really apply to me, do they? Life is a journey and I am rather happy with what I have today which I didn't back then. The journey never ends, things will change to be sure, but I am happy and that's what really matters.
6) The skank bitch(es)
I will not name names BECAUSE I AIN'T CRAZY, but those in question are not based on real people or events. But for the record, I have never had sex with any of my Laurel classmates. But I will say that I don't have one lesbian tendency, but if Angelina Jolie were to make me an offer I would fuck her.
So in closing, I am up in the air about whether or not to go. It could be more blog material if nothing else.
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