Today I got an invite to my 35 year HS reunion. I wanted to be angry and toss it in the trash, but I couldn't muster that. The truth is I don't care. None of those women have a place in my life today. I am not sad about that. But that desire to be angry.....what is that about?
My HS years sucked. No other way to describe them. I don't blame anyone for that. I just was not cut out for the experience. Too different. Trying too hard to be the same. Not enough self-confidence to tell people to go fuck themselves. It's a recipe for disaster. I am grateful for a wonderful education, but that's about it.
I don't miss those days, so why would I want to reminisce about them? I don't even long to do that for the years that were amazing, my college years, so why would I hark back to days of unhappiness and stress? Exactly. I wouldn't.
So I tossed it in the recycle bin and went on with my day. I know who I am and it's not that girl anymore.
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