I always try to understand just what it is about the high school days that people seem to genuinely miss, wish they could recapture, want to celebrate in countless reunions?
High school was a misery. A long, hideous misery punctuated with poor decisions, painfully awkward and irrational relationships, arguments with parents, fights with friends...holy christ the list goes on.
So there is yet another high school reunion occurring at my high school this upcoming weekend and hell no, I am not interested at all. Not even to "show off" how I've aged or whatever other stupid reasons people are supposed to have to go to these sad displays of pathetic aging flesh and misplaced longing.
Teenagers are idiots. We were nearly all raging, hormonal, mindless morons and to revisit that makes no sense whatever to me. Man, if those were the best days of your life you should probably have killed yourself the day after graduation and spared the rest of us who actually have real lives now the annoyance of being invited to one of the phoniest and most pointless things we do as human beings.
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4 dirty hippies blowing your mind:
sex. lots and lots of crazy ass sex.
I thought that would come up. But as I recall, lots didn't necessarily mean good. I still wouldn't go back!
i think people look fondly to their days when they were young, optimistic, healthy, vital, and swingin'. no ties, no commitments, the future ahead of them ... no kids, no mortgage, no long silences at the dinner table. before the weariness, before the malaise ... when you hadn't yet clued in to the fact that society generally sucks, people are generally selfish and cruel, and life hasn't beaten you over the head with your shortcomings. and, you were having awesome sex with as many people as possible and it was OK -- everyone was!
God, you describe a world I've never lived in! I was miserable in my youth, made TERRIBLE decisions and would GLADLY take back so many of the things I did, the people I was with in a heartbeat!
And sexually? I can't think of a single teenage squeeze and squirt that mattered even remotely or was even slightly good or exciting enough to warrant fond memories or revisitation.
But that's probably just me.
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