FortNinety
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First off, a few things... I wasn't a popular kid in high school. I wasn't a total loser or anything, I had a small group of close friends, and I was known (and generally liked) by various others social circles, but that's pretty much it. Just another face in the crowd.
Actually, I did assault this one kid in the middle of art class... he was a total tool that was giving a friend of mine a hard time... he was giving her the ol "nobody likes me, I'm a freak, so I'm going to make you feel guilty for not dating me by pretending to be suicidal by forcing you to stay up all night on the phone with me"... that kind of douchebag, which promptly lead me to punch him in the face 13 times... I should know the exact number since it was all caught on digital video, which I used in a school project, and got an A! But anyway....
High school was in Washington State and I moved to NYC not long after to study the arts, where I've been ever since. I went back home for the first time two years later and was amazed by how everyone from school all of a sudden remembered who I was; seems word had spread about me going to "The Big Apple" The real thing was, no one else had taken the initiative to pursue a higher education, or follow what they wanted to do. Some went to community college, but most just stuck around getting high and working shitty 9 to 5 jobs, which just paid enough for the next beer/pot party. Or join the military. So all of a sudden, I had become a celeb of sorts, and even the once popular folks who previous didn't even know about me were asking me about NYC and the such.
This would continue for the next few years. At first, it was a real ego booster; afterall, I was just a college student and still a no body really, yet I was getting all this attention. But after awhile, it began to get a bit sad and depressing, hearing these folks' lives get worse and more wasteful. And now when I go back home, I avoid all the popular spots like bars and the like.
Anyway, ten years later and I'm a legitimate success in many ways (I'm a writer who's doing fairly well for himself, I also have my own company, plus I'm a teacher), and the 10 year reunion is just around the corner. I had been planning on going for a few years, but am now reconsidering it. I mean, what's the point really? I only have two real friends back home that I care about, everyone else is some ex-jock or cheerleader who has since long given up on any real hopes or ambitions that just thrives on getting wasted and nothing more. Why waste time bragging about one's achievements to a bunch of people who didn't give two shits about me in the first place ten years ago? Maybe I'd go for a laugh, but considering the price of air-fare ($400!) plus other associated expenses, it just ain't worth it. But the temptation is still there....
Anyone else in the same boat?
Actually, I did assault this one kid in the middle of art class... he was a total tool that was giving a friend of mine a hard time... he was giving her the ol "nobody likes me, I'm a freak, so I'm going to make you feel guilty for not dating me by pretending to be suicidal by forcing you to stay up all night on the phone with me"... that kind of douchebag, which promptly lead me to punch him in the face 13 times... I should know the exact number since it was all caught on digital video, which I used in a school project, and got an A! But anyway....
High school was in Washington State and I moved to NYC not long after to study the arts, where I've been ever since. I went back home for the first time two years later and was amazed by how everyone from school all of a sudden remembered who I was; seems word had spread about me going to "The Big Apple" The real thing was, no one else had taken the initiative to pursue a higher education, or follow what they wanted to do. Some went to community college, but most just stuck around getting high and working shitty 9 to 5 jobs, which just paid enough for the next beer/pot party. Or join the military. So all of a sudden, I had become a celeb of sorts, and even the once popular folks who previous didn't even know about me were asking me about NYC and the such.
This would continue for the next few years. At first, it was a real ego booster; afterall, I was just a college student and still a no body really, yet I was getting all this attention. But after awhile, it began to get a bit sad and depressing, hearing these folks' lives get worse and more wasteful. And now when I go back home, I avoid all the popular spots like bars and the like.
Anyway, ten years later and I'm a legitimate success in many ways (I'm a writer who's doing fairly well for himself, I also have my own company, plus I'm a teacher), and the 10 year reunion is just around the corner. I had been planning on going for a few years, but am now reconsidering it. I mean, what's the point really? I only have two real friends back home that I care about, everyone else is some ex-jock or cheerleader who has since long given up on any real hopes or ambitions that just thrives on getting wasted and nothing more. Why waste time bragging about one's achievements to a bunch of people who didn't give two shits about me in the first place ten years ago? Maybe I'd go for a laugh, but considering the price of air-fare ($400!) plus other associated expenses, it just ain't worth it. But the temptation is still there....
Anyone else in the same boat?