The only people I wanted to reunite with were those I liked and lost contact with through circumstance. I've actually climbed mountains and swam through oceans and hurdled volcanoes to see good friends.
So much happens in the time when you left high school. The hard part is that you're no longer the two kids you once were. Some people had a bad enough time that they would rather not revisit that stage in their lives. Others can't leave it. And of course, high school never ends.
Unfortunately you're not able to choose who you go to high school with. Unfortunately, I'm not exactly a white bred, corn fed mid-western type (I'm not caucasian) and I got stuck going to school with a bunch of two faced RACIST rednecks who thought they were better than every one else. It's actually quite depressing to see all of these people after 15 years. I'm fit. I look fine, I have a college degree, job, I have a lot going for me.
However, I left this little world to pursue ambitions of my own. Which was probably the best thing anyone can do in their young adult life. You avoid creating a lot of problems and ruining your life when you're focused and working on your goals. The people who lost their ambitions and goals got stuck, insecurity drags people down. Note the aforementioned backstabber,s vultures and thieves.
I don't care that anyone got fat, balded, etc. It sucked because when I'm FORCED to look back (because of the hype) I have nobody to relate to. I don't want to see fat, balding people. I want to see people who have genuinely found a reason to be happy with themselves. But they're not going to do it on my behalf, I have to come to terms with it.
Please allow me to express this. I live in a very diverse area of the country, over 100 languages are spoken where I now reside. I now live in an area where the envy may have spoken Cantoneese or a Hindu dialect before they learned English. I need to be around ambitious people, I too am ambitious and I want more for myself. I want a second degree and to grab our economic problems by the horns, I believe I know how.
But now, perpetual high school stalks us everywhere. This pointless pecking order insists on running the day. I don't understand this. At work, there's a pecking order for a real structure. It's not perfect, but you have a boss and a manager for a reason...to provide guidance. In high school, it's "social".
These guys have no degree, they can't see anything outside of themselves- it's well outside of their conciousness. I saw their friends' list on Facebook. Mind you, there are only 3% minorities at my highschool. 3%. I live in a city where over 100 languages are spoken daily. I can't relate to them already. I saw their friends' list on Facebook. The ONLY minorities they are friends with are from our high school. You know the trophy 2 out of 300 people.
The "popular role models" are still cracking racist jokes. In 2010. Out loud. In front of the minorities they're bullying. When that certain minority comes from a country that manhandled the US dollar.
So I already don't get any social benefits from these self appointed small town celebrities we went to high school with. Sorry, I need a diversified friend base. I prefer and enjoy a diversified friend base. White is fine, but white alone creeps me out. Even the few biracials have nothing but redneck white friends. On my Facebook account, 4 languages are spoken fluently (and there's more)- I have all races and my friends outside of high school have college degrees.
But I also don't get any other networking or professional benefits out of my high school friend base. The schooling there was weak. No seriously, my parents had me leave a better school before going to the high school I graduated from and I regret it. But after high school, can I get contacts or even network with people who can introduce you to someone that can help you get admitted into a university or a network to work on your career.
For the time and pressure spent on "fitting in" to this little clique, what is it really worth? If some people really think highly of themselves...you have to ask yourself, what's in it for me? What is going to make this worth my while?
Too many times, the answer is nothing.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
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