Who are these assholes? in Everyday life

I spent 20 years trying to run away from my high school experience. Damn, I was sick of those people. At least for a few years. But as the years wore on, I was hoping we’d all get together.

We had our reunion at the end of last month. We had a small graduating class, and 25 or so (about half) showed up. It was funny having conversations in passing with people who I thought were supreme assholes in high school and not minding them. (Maybe I just had a stick up my ass then and they weren’t assholes?) I was still an awkward wallflower, but whatever – that’s kinda who I am.

We had a small class so everyone was familiar with each other, even if we weren’t BFFs. Funny, the girl who organized it, I don’t think I ever spoke with her extensively when we were in school together, and we chatted that night.

I was kind of surprised by how I wanted the night to continue.

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I haven’t written lately because, well, that’s my MO. I don’t want to bore people with “today, I wiped my ass” stories. Maybe one of these days I’ll get back to being a regular writer…

Last updated August 26, 2017