High School Reunion Rant
My high school is planning for a 30-year reunion. I feel about high school reunions as I do weddings. They are unnecessary and overdone. Anyone I want to be in touch with, I have been in touch with. Anyone who wanted to find me has found me. Not to mention, I have to ask myself why I would want to be in touch with someone who has lost touch with me. If it was all of that, why was contact lost? It reminds me of a people search commercial. A young woman is pondering if she should join because maybe an old boyfriend has been searching for her. Well, he is an old boyfriend for a reason. Why bring him back into your life? To repeat the episode that led to the coup de grace? Whatever. You want to know what I remember about high school? Worrying about what to wear, and not in the sense of what was fashionable but what was clean and untattered enough not to bring attention to myself, and how I was going to get to and from school each day.
Of course when I got the the FW’ds PMs from Facebook about the reunion I had to show my ass. Which means, I executed a sucker punch without any intentions of answering possible responses. Actually, my plan is to act like I was unaware that I said what I said aloud. Of course, I have read one response already, the typical, “If there are any concerns we will be happy to address them, blah blah blah blah blah.” I am being petty, I know.
The first thing that pissed me off was the reply all replies. Why should my inbox be filled with who is going or not going. That is between you and the person who needs to tick your name off some list. It is so cold. All those messages and none are for me personally. The second thing that pissed me off, we all, well, at least 25-30% of the graduating class have been connected through Facebook for some time but suddenly without notice the committee has been formed. Not that I could have helped since I am states away, but that’s not the point. Guess who makes up the committee? The old guard. All of the same old people, the who’s who of high school. Some have not even bothered to be on Facebook prior to this committee. Naturally, my sucker punch was, “The more things change, the more they stay the same.” Not that I care, it is so juvenile, and I suppose I am FUCKING TRIGGERed! (lol) Even though I cannot tell you that high school was any more traumatic than jobs I have had, or the military, college, or any other group I have belonged to. Still. You know. The bastards could have least asked if I was interested in being on the committee instead of making a space available for me after I leave a nasty remark. Honestly, can they be trusted to be transparent, or will there be a joke behind my back that there are two meetings, one that includes all the people who pushed their way onto the committee and another for the real committee, —-the old guard.
Let them all defriend me if they dare to exhibit any road but the high one. Thirty years of being corseted into the high road must be stifling.
Fucking towel boys (My replacement for the default epithet, bitches), all of them.