I am so conflicted. Well, maybe not so much conflicted as annoyed. But not really annoyed…. oh what is the word… unsettled. I don’t freaking know what I feel, that is the point here.
My ten year reunion is this fall.
Oh yes. For those of you who really don’t know me, I hated high school. I was never cool or fun. I watch teen high school movies thinking, “oh that is how it could of been,” when in actuality, I *know* that it wouldn’t be like the movies any more than watching movies with parents and small children who are rich and gorgeous. I know that Brad and Angelina may look like they have it all, but they still get puked on and have bratty chilren. Even if they do, in fact, have housekeepers, personal chefs and nannies to do all the work. OK, maybe that wasn’t such a hot example, maybe they do have it all so comparing what could be to them would be as depressing as thinking that my high school years could be like a Freddie Prince jr. movie where the hot guy would FINALLY notice me and ask me to the Prom then we would get married and have beautiful children that came with a type of nastiness repellant and a nanny and a personal chef so I’d be a size 0 and be hot and go to my reunion and say “HAH YOU JERK HEADS! See how wonderful I am now? YOU MISSED OUT!” and point at the now-not-so-hot-former-hottie-athlete-person that I had been in love with and they’d be all like, “We were such jerk heads and we’ve spent the last 10 years in regret for how we treated you, please, can we EVER make it up to you?” and haughtily I’d deny them with a toss of my perfect hair.
…. but that isn’t reality, and the fact is that I’m 20 lbs heavier than I was in high school and living in my parent’s basement. Not exactly the bragging rights I was looking forward to shoving in their faces. Which, like I know, isn’t really Christ-like or decent of me to want to do that but ohhhhh I hated high school and WHY AM I TORTURING MYSELF?! So, I was like, I am NEVER going to my high school reunion because that is the mature thing to do since my only motives ever were to be hateful, but then, as my friend’s 10 year reunion came and went I realized that…. no one ever invited me.
Yeah. talk about humble pie. I facebooked a friend and found out it’s in a little more than a month. I added the RHS Reunion as a friend on facebook and hated myself. I am so weak. Now to start my crash diet… maybe. I don’t CARE! Jerk-heads.