Yesterday I went over to my mother's house. She's leaving NY for wide open spaces, literally. She and her husband are moving out to Texas. As I was walking around the house, boxes everywhere, she told me that she had found my old junior high school yearbook. I thought I lost that years ago and have been thinking about it on and off since this whole move thing began. But there it was, in very good condition.

The whole thing was a bittersweet reunion.

As an adult, and knowing what I do about the people in the book, I can now be objective over the entries, and it's sad to note that I didn't have very many good friends, however there were the few and far between. I guess that's what makes them good friends and the others merely attention whores, merely boasting on how good of a friend they are rather than wishing others well.

I'm not bitter though, just enlightened. Made me realize what I thought I had and now know what I did have instead. I'm grateful that I'm no longer that age, going through that same BS. I'm very happy as an adult, even if there are bills to pay and responsibilities to take.

Let's get into something more interesting...

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I had very few good friends in school. Most of the people I knew were friends by association. People I would say "hi" to and have the rare conversations, but never saw them outside of school.
» Southern on 2007-05-17 03:09:00

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