there I was, blissfully wandering about the internets in search of the latest and greatest weirdest/disgusting/somewhat interesting maybe educational new bit of information when my Gmail notifier went off: You Have a Facebook Message. do i really now? I rarely get FB messages. usually they are from random people that think they know me or @troymccluresf/@savagecats/@valleyadjacent telling me about something awesomely beer related.
I open Facebook and what do I see? apparently it's been 10 years since I graduated high school and now someone is organizing a reunion this year. what... the... hell. first of all it's been 10 years? i'm that old? holy jeebus. just yesterday I remember partying all night, throwing up on sidewalks, and walking up by 11 for good old Sunday brunch just like those youngins do. now I stay in Friday/Saturday nights, watch movies with the boyfriend and the dogs, wake up by 8 because I actually want to be productive the next day. ok, I'll give them that. I'm old.
But let's move on to my second thought, shall we? high school. why the hell would I want to be trapped in a room, eating crappy food with people I generally didn't care for? no, my high school years weren't the hell you see depicted on Lifetime after school specials, but it sure as hell wasn't so peachy either. I maybe liked..... 4 people in high school enough to converse with them on a regular basis. even then I ended up mostly sticking with myself towards to the end of my senior year. just know this: COLLEGE > HIGH SCHOOL. by far.
and now for my last thought.... isn't this what Facebook is for? hasn't Facebook made high school reunions obsolete? Facebook has allowed me to stay in regular touch with the handful of people I care to talk to. it has also let me silently stalk those that I wish will get fat/ugly/unemployed. it's basically provided me instant access to all the same things I would learn at a high school reunion.
so, do I go? probably not. I have no desire to trek back to the Los Angeles area and be forced to smile at/make small talk with/fake being pleasant with a bunch of people that really didn't know or care about me and that I was perfectly happy not interacting with back then. who would go to their 10 yr reunion? I might hit up the 25 though. I mean, c'mon, A LOT OF POUNDS can be put on by then and male pattern baldness really shines through.
I open Facebook and what do I see? apparently it's been 10 years since I graduated high school and now someone is organizing a reunion this year. what... the... hell. first of all it's been 10 years? i'm that old? holy jeebus. just yesterday I remember partying all night, throwing up on sidewalks, and walking up by 11 for good old Sunday brunch just like those youngins do. now I stay in Friday/Saturday nights, watch movies with the boyfriend and the dogs, wake up by 8 because I actually want to be productive the next day. ok, I'll give them that. I'm old.
But let's move on to my second thought, shall we? high school. why the hell would I want to be trapped in a room, eating crappy food with people I generally didn't care for? no, my high school years weren't the hell you see depicted on Lifetime after school specials, but it sure as hell wasn't so peachy either. I maybe liked..... 4 people in high school enough to converse with them on a regular basis. even then I ended up mostly sticking with myself towards to the end of my senior year. just know this: COLLEGE > HIGH SCHOOL. by far.
and now for my last thought.... isn't this what Facebook is for? hasn't Facebook made high school reunions obsolete? Facebook has allowed me to stay in regular touch with the handful of people I care to talk to. it has also let me silently stalk those that I wish will get fat/ugly/unemployed. it's basically provided me instant access to all the same things I would learn at a high school reunion.
so, do I go? probably not. I have no desire to trek back to the Los Angeles area and be forced to smile at/make small talk with/fake being pleasant with a bunch of people that really didn't know or care about me and that I was perfectly happy not interacting with back then. who would go to their 10 yr reunion? I might hit up the 25 though. I mean, c'mon, A LOT OF POUNDS can be put on by then and male pattern baldness really shines through.
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