You were weird.
You declared ten years had passed and we, the graduating class of FHS in the year of our lord 1999, should therefore reunite, we who had little in common beyond sharing formative years in the institution determined by the state of California as the adequate option pertaining to the address our parents chose for their homesteads.
When we last saw each other, we formed our bonds mostly immaturely: economic status, height-weight ratio, and clarity of complexion were all criteria alongside more trivial matters like disposition, interests and hobbies. So upon leaving high school and, for most, the homes and identities of our families, we forged our own identities and learned to make friends with like-minded people. Then for one night (or 3 days) you put us back in a room together and we all interacted on this foundation: onc
e upon a time we were friends because we kinda dressed the same. Now, we may or may not have anything in common. That's awkward. It's fun too, but awkward. You're a strange system.
e upon a time we were friends because we kinda dressed the same. Now, we may or may not have anything in common. That's awkward. It's fun too, but awkward. You're a strange system. Anyway, thanks for reminding me that The High School Boyfriend is totally overrated, that High School Popularity leads to cigarette smoking and conspicuous thinness, that my peeps were and are the best peeps, and that i really, really suck at small talk.
Sincerely,
Kallie
Sincerely,
Kallie
1 comment:
Oh, dear. Is this what I have to look forward to? I already know that i suck at small talk!
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