actually, i don't want to think about it.
last week a friend forwarded an email about our high school reunion. immediately my shoulders tensed up and i got agita just by seeing the names on the subject line. but then i thought of how these people are probably living 10 minutes from where we grew up, hanging out with the same smug jerks who haven't changed since elementary school, and how circular and small their lives must be. only then did i feel better...a little.
i hear bj's a "millionaire" now (possibly not the only one), but will i ever think of him as anything other than that drama geek? exactly...and i'm sure it's the same if people were to see me today (only i wasn't in drama). i inwardly cringe at the ghost of my younger self mercilessly frozen in time. she's awkward and helplessly, hopelessly uncool...trying so hard to be invisible, and hating every minute of the cesspool that is high school.
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