High School Reunion Blues
It's been ten years since I graduated from high school and while I received my invitation for our ten year reunion a long time ago, I just wasn't able to make it due to circumstances. My big fear is that I missed out on seeing all those kids that I shared such good times with. Sometimes I look back fondly on those days, wondering what ever happened to the camaraderie that we all had. Thinking back on the music, the fashion and the attitudes of those days brings back so many wonderful memories. I think I feel a tear welling up...NOT!
I mean, either my showing up is going to make someone feel really good about themselves, or make someone feel really shitty about themselves.
Over the years, I've made it no secret that I absolutely dreaded my high school experience. Sure I did have some good times, but they were usually few and far between. Mostly it was about the bullshit popularity games and trying to find a place in between all the cliques. But I found ways to bounce from one group to the other and nobody seemed to mind.
I always thought that was my greatest gift--to adapt to any given group and blend in. Sometimes, I'd have to grin and bear it, because let's face it, nobody wants enemies in high school. My ultimate test of how I managed it: I never once got into a fight, scuffle or argument with anyone. I did my best to be a friend to all, but not everyone had the same approach.
I don't think I had a beef with anyone other than the faculty. There was racism, there was favoritism, there was discrimination on all sorts of levels. I just did my best to weather the storms and find some shelter among friends. There were many days when I just wanted to tear into teachers and give 'em hell about their bullshit lessons and teaching skills. It also didn't help that some students made it their goal in life to pander to these asshats.
So, why would I--or anyone for that matter--want to go to a high school reunion? To see how far I've made it in the last ten years, in the grand scheme of things? Who cares? I mean, either my showing up is going to make someone feel really good about themselves, or make someone feel really shitty about themselves. Why mess with people's lives like that? We've all seen the sitcom episode where the guy goes to his reunion and finds out that he's a loser, or that he's total sellout, or a randy overachiever. Right? I'm sorry, but that just seems like too much of a mind game to me. I didn't like some of those folks to begin with, but I'm not gonna go out of my way to screw with their heads. Sorry, I'm done with all that.
I've tried my best to move on, so if we went to school together, don't necessarily take offense, because after all, you took the time and found me. If we're cool, you already know it. There's only a select few people that I still communicate with, sometimes just to laugh at the rest of you hoes. That doesn't mean there aren't some of you kids that I miss talking to, and some gals that I thought were real cute, but unfortunately, that stuff is so 1994.
So, did I regret not going to that fake-ass gathering of slobs and knobs? Hell no, you sappy bitches!
