10 Year Reunion

I know, I haven’t written for a while. I guess I’m just been in a kind of funk. I’m worried about my friends and my house and all the crap I’ll have to deal with when I get back to work. I didn’t even leave the house yesterday. Kind of sad. I’m getting better, though. I actually left the house today and I MAY be going out tonight. I say may because it’s this Mormon woman’s B-day party. I know her from high school, but I don’t know any of her friends. That means board games and punch with a bunch of people I don’t know that all think I’m going to hell. I’m not so sure that I’m up for it.

I guess I should tell ya’ll about my 10 year high school reunion. It sucked. I really wanted to see a coupe of friends and catch up on old times. I didn’t enjoy high school the first time around, so I wasn’t that optimistic about the reunion. Good thing too because I was very disappointed. I would say that there were less than 100 people there. You may say, oh that’s good. Well, not when you have a graduating class of over 600! I would say that 45 minutes after getting there, I was ready to go. Most conversations went like this:

THEM : Oh Hi!! How are you? You look great!

ME : Hi. I’m good. You look great too. How are you?

THEM : Good. So, are you married? Any kids? Where are you at now?

ME : No, not married, no kids. I live in Florida.

THEM: Oh, that’s nice… (look of pity in their eyes) You have to meet my husband. And our lovely kids, aren’t they cute?(while showing me pictures)

Nice Huh. That was just about the end of the conversation. We didn’t even pretend like we would keep in touch. Within the first 30 minutes, the cliques had already formed. All of the “popular people” sat in the back at their own table and didn’t speak to anyone else. All of the black people, well the majority anyway, sat at one table and socialized. All of the athletes were at one table and the choir/band/drama kids were at another. There were a couple of non social people hanging out in the entry way to the place. Why they came in the first place, I have no clue. All of the people that were close to me didn’t come. There was a good friend of mine, but he and I went there together. We could have just hung out NOT spending $85 to get dressed up and be uncomfortable. And then there was my ex-best friend. She came over and hugged me like we were still cool. Ummm… No! Get off me! “I’m pregnant with my first child!” Good for you, now will you go away? “Oh yeah, say hi to my hubby…” Oh, you mean my ex-boyfriend that you were fucking while we were still together? No thanks, I think I’ll skip that. It’s not that I still have a thing for him, or that I am holding a grudge against her. I’m fine with them living their life and me living mine. It seems to have worked out best for the both of us and we’ve been cool not talking all this time, so why start now? I don’t like liars and that’s what they both are, so I’m fine with them, but I don’t want to be friends now. That pretty much sums up our reunion. Oh, I almost forgot. My stalker was there. Did I ever mention I had a stalker in high school? He would call me and meet me at my locker with flowers and stuff. I would see him in the halls near my classes when his classes were on the other side of the building. In fact, he had pictures of me that I have no idea how he got. School pictures, which means that someone I know gave them to him as well as me walking down the street or just chillin’ in the halls. Real stalker stuff. Anyway, he was there and he sprinted from his chair to give me a hug. Apparently he is married now with 3 kids, but he still wanted to take a picture with me and told me that “You’ll make some man very happy one day...(sigh)”. Ummm, yeah, it was definitely time to go. Unfortunately, they published this book thing with everyone’s Bio’s in it. No one realized that they were going to publish our email addresses… We’ll see if I get any interesting emails in the coming days.