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I'm sitting here listening to some mp3's and thinking about an upcoming reunion at my high school. It's actually the class of '65 but they've invited everyone from the '60s. Maybe they're running low on classmates. But you're only talking about 59 years old or thereabout. But for the life of me I can't think of any reason I'd want to go. Christ, high school sucked. I see posts by my classmates talking about these old places they used to go to and I wonder what they're talking about. I never went those places. Never hung out with those people. For some it's the "Glory Days" but for me it was just another thing to get past in life. Maybe if I'd been able to stay with the band things might have been different. I still feel cheated about that. Go to high school for the first day and find out I can't take band because I didn't take summer band. I didn't even know I had to.
Fuck, high school sucked. I was a nerd. I was short. I was fat. Strike three, you're an outcast. It's not like I didn't have any friends. There was a small circle of people I'd hang out with. Some of them I worked with, some were in classes with me. Only one or two I'd call close friends though.
No, I'm not going to any reunions. And I doubt I'll be missed.