High School
Jon recently inquired after our 10 year reunion which I hadn’t heard anything about but I began to wonder if I wanted to go. It’d be nice to see Jeff and some others if they came plus I could take another stab at collecting that $200 Eric owes me. It’s not like high school wasn’t a lot of fun for me after all, plus even the very few people I wouldn’t want to see had probably matured a lot since then.
Or so I figured.
Then last night someone I barely knew in high school started going all Simon Cowell on me on Facebook. She insulted my personality, my appearance, my partner, and my best friend.
Why bother, I ask myself. Why take time out of your day to tear someone else down? What’s the cost-benefit analysis? What does she get out of it? Is this the source of her self worth?
Is reality TV to blame? People sitting on their couches watching other people behaving badly toward each other under the brand of ‘reality’?
Maybe I’m putting too much thought into this. Maybe she’s just the same judgmental self important cow she was in high school. That WAS the reason I kept her at arm’s length back then; she’d seem nice and polite for little stretches of time and then when you’d least expect it she’d strike.
What else should I have expected who once went to New York on a mission to sleep with someone of every race?
June 10th, 2008 at 6:46 pm
Ten year high school reunions: over rated shindigs. My grad year had one. The big message I got from mine was some people just don’t change. I was quickly reminded why I didn’t KIT with some people. They were jerks then, and still are. Age does not mellow some out nor time did not give them the wisdom to remind them there are more important things than status.