high school reunion time

got an invite today to my high school reunion

i haven't decided whether to go or not yet ... aw, hell, let's be honest, i'd rather be drug naked over a field full of the world's most prickly cacti than set foot at my high school reunion

remember those people in high school who lived to torment other people? the ones who were crude, rude, brash, and just plain tacky? the ones that we all watch on those crap-ass coming of age dramas going 'yeah, there's a serial killer in the making'? that's who's running the dang thing

i hated high school, i admit it ... i grew up in redneck-ville ... nothing against rednecks, i actually quite like 'em, and i still think a guy in a cowboy hat is to die for, but the privileged persons in our school were always the snobbiest of the snobby ... the crap they liked to pull on those they deemed unworthy was unbelievable

i wasn't a jock, and i knew how to read ... so i was a target ... luckily for me i was also a bitch ... by the time i graduated, i think they were scared of me ... i'm okay with that, it got them to back off ... and every school has their two major bullies ... we'll call mine clyde and bonnie ... and bonnie, of course, is organizing the reunion ... would you go to a class reunion run by the anti-christ? no, i didn't think so

all this reunion is going to be is an excuse for the haves to rag on the have nots ... i keep hoping the people i went to high school with grew up, but i've been paying attention over the years, and keeping up on the news ... they haven't ... and do i really want to take my piddly vacation days to go up there? i think not ...

i may, i admit it ... like all humanity in general i'm curious ... but at the same time, i now have the choice as to whether or not i want to associate with these people ... i'm thinking that's a no, i gotta say

but i'm not gonna make up my mind yet ... who knows, maybe all the jerks have changed ... and maybe pigs are flying ... who knows

the sad thing? the only people i have any interest in actually seeing are the people who were *not* in my grad class ... and they ran screaming from that town as soon as they could ... maybe i could check out some old teachers and find out if they're still torturing students?

i haven't been back there since two years after graduation ... or was it one? ... i was kind of hoping i'd never have to go there again in my life