“Where you this interesting in high school?”
I got this message on Facebook the other day from a guy I went to high school with. I can’t say we were friends or that we even knew each other all that well. For a few weekends we hung out in a mutual friend’s basement and drank…kool-aid…and…read the Bible.
Yup, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I was sixteen, don’t judge me!
But he friended me in one of those friends-of-a-friend-of-a-friend Facebook chain reactions and after a few days of lurking around, THAT is the first thing he says to me.
“Where you this interesting in high school?”
I don’t know if my random, scattered, often confusing Facebook status updates offer a true glimpse into my soul…but they sure give you enough of an idea if you’d really want me to be your next door neighbor.
Does he mean interesting as in “Wow, you’re fascinating and I can barely leave my computer in anticipation of the next pearl of wisdom that will fall from your lips” or “When was the last time you had your prescriptions checked for proper dosages?”
Was I interesting in high school? To a sixteen year old boy? Probably NOT! I still don’t think that I’d understand what makes teenage boys tick <—er..not that I’d want to, because I’m all thirty-five years old now and that would just make me all creepy and stuff.
I’m just saying.
So I played a bit of “If I could go back to high school knowing what I know now…..”.
Pffft, you know you do it too.
- I would totally NOT get into the Hypercolor clothing thing, realizing the hottest parts of my body are my armpits and my boobs….I may have figured out why I didn’t date a LOT in school.
- I would stop thinking of the movie “Breakdance the Movie” as the most kickass dance film ever…I wasn’t old enough to see “Flashdance” when it came out and I hadn’t yet figured out that guys who wore red, mesh crop tops may not be INTO chicks. SHUT UP!
- I would NOT make that bet to wear shorts all winter long…in Wisconsin…for $150 measly bucks.
- I would have appreciated the fact that I had skin like a newborn baby’s butt and never touched it with makeup….including bright eye shadows…especially because all my friends were white and none of us could figure out how to put eye makeup on MY eyes.
- I would have totally broken the fingers of the girl who dared call my friend a name that starts with a W and rhymes with “door”…oh WAIT..I DID that one.
- I’d find better ways to cope with my anger issues.
- I wouldn’t have had that first cigarette during that field trip.
- I would have told him that I liked him instead of just being late to class so I could detour three halls away to walk by his locker.
- I would have filtered all my allowance into Apple stock instead of saving for a freaking Guess jeans.
- I would have saved the cassette tapes of Milli Vanilli instead of trashing them in disgust…I wonder if those originals are worth anything on Ebay yet?
- There are girls I would have told to suck it.
- There are friends I would have stayed in touch with.
- I would have been confident to be as strange and weird and random as I always have been, and MAYBE I would be able to say that I was interesting in high school…at least I would have been able to say that I was honest about who I was.
I’d like to think that like little kids who have to grow into their ears or noses, I have finally grown into my personality.