i guess i have reached that point in my life where the “class reunion” is upon my age group, and i dont want to go. it’s not that i feel superior to any of the people i graduated highschool with, it’s just that the ones i want to see, i see all the time. and the one’s i dont see, well, it’s for the best that i dont see them.

the really sad part about this whole thing? at some point i tried to be nice and help organize some of the reunion stuff because i was asked by an “in” person. i dont know why i was so disillusioned to think that acceptance would be on the horizon. so i made good on the promises i had made, and then bolted like a good little weirdo. back into my clean, neat little world of computers and my friends that i can speak freely around and not worry about them being offended.

it’s quite reassuring though, knowing that i can go on secretly hating these people’s very existence and knowing that i will never have the urge to speak to them (why did i always do that?), or to just be laughed with. or for someone from that chapter of my life to be genuinely happy to see me. now i sound like a 14 year old girl.