But there comes a time in one's life that you just have to let shit happen. This one has been kind of stuck deep within, and I really feel the need to just let it all out.
Last month was my high school 25 year reunion. OH YEA! TWENTY FIVE enchiladas... the "big" one... well ok, one of the "big" ones. Five years ago I went to my 20 year reunion and honestly, had a lot of fun. I saw a lot of my old classmates at our alma mater's football game, then had a great family BBQ the next afternoon. I came away with a lot of memories and everyone I saw looked great and seemed to be doing well in life. Keep in mind I didn't get any kind of formal invite in the mail, nor did I receive a phone call or hell, even a damn text message from someone saying "Hey Terri... guess what... the big 2-5 is comin up, wanna help us organize, or hell, just show up?" Honestly I would have never known we were HAVING one had it not been for my beloved St. D having a.. well yea, you know what I'm about to say...
A Facebook Account.
Ok. I've made it abundantly clear in past blogs my feelings about the entire FB taking over the world issue- killing what was once my and the entire Western Civilizations "love" of "Myspace". And no, I still to this minute do NOT have a Facebook account nor will I in the future. I mean sure, St. D lets me get on his account to browse pictures and "laugh-stalk" with my sister from time to time, but honestly, I have no desire to get one of my own. As I've stated in the past, my affliction lies mainly with the entire social genre of modern age that "once you love something, watch out.. cus eventually something cooler and better will come along". EASILY FUCKING DISPOSABLE SOCIETY! And to my knowledge, I do not recall a time when I heard "Well if you dont have a Myspace account.. you wont get information, you wont receive copies of photos, you dont get SHIT sucka!" Folks would just say "Oh ok no problem.. what is your email address and I can ship all of that to you toot sweet!" Or better yet, I can mail you this info via good ol fashioned regular US mail! Now-a-days there is this attitude of "Well if you have Facebook great! if you dont, tough shit sucka!"
But I HAVE come to peace with the fact that my beloved Myspace is pretty much dead (although this mutha fuckin blog WILL be posted on it.. OH YES IT WILL) and that Facebook and it's whore second cousin "Twitter" is pretty much here to stay, so since this is a fact... and since it's tough "bein on top" sometimes... Facebook gets fingered for the blame in what I'm about to say... (hehehehe.. I said "fingered"... moving on...)
In July, St. D was Facebooking and happened to announce to me, while I sat watching reruns of Seinfeld, Cheetoe-less, that MY HS graduating class was "getting together" in August for my 25th reunion. "Oh really, when?" was all I could muster up at the time. "Ummmm looks like it's the weekend of Aug 5-7". I believe it was about this time that I was thinking "shitty weekend" because a) we had my daughter's college visit on the morning of the 6th and b) her birthday was the 7th. I kept wondering to myself that even though those ARE INDEED two very important issues, why we couldn't go to the get together on Friday night, and still make the broo-ha-ha on the evening of the 6th since her visit was in the morning.
Then it hit me.
I really didn't CARE to go.
But why?
I mean, there isn't one single person that I graduated with that I didn't like. I loved high school.. was popular and all that horse shit. There wasn't some "dude" that I didn't want to "run into" since I married and share a mortgage with my high school sweetie. I pretty much look butt-assed the same as I did not only at the 20 year, but also IN HIGH SCHOOL- plus a few extra pounds, so who cares? I just couldn't understand my sudden "blase" feeling about the entire issue.
And then... "it" hit me again (not sure what the fuck "it" is.. but damn.. kept gittin me...)
There truly is no more "magic" to high school reunions anymore. (again, my blog, my opinion, dont like it? suck it!)
Back "in the day", you always kept in touch with maybe a few very close friends from high school. These were the chosen few that you continued to get drunk with at parties, were a bridesmaid or usher in their wedding, made "god parent" at baptisms, met up with on Sundays for tailgates and BBQ's. These were and still are to this day true friends. Could be just one, maybe ten. But they never needed to know what your mutha fuckin Twitter account was cus if they wanted to "tweet" your sorry ass.. they would drive over and walk in your front door and do it in person!
Then, there was "the rest". Not necessarily folks that you didn't like in school per say, but just folks that were "friends back then", and you just drifted off after school. You didn't wish them any ill will, but just really didn't lose much sleep over "losing touch". Some folks had a choice few that they maybe wished dead, and if they never saw their triflin asses again, life would be that much better.
But when it came time for the "reunions"... there was always a little bit of "pomp and circumstance" involved. Maybe you lost 50 lbs since high school (or the last reunion), got VP of sales at the new job, and bleached ya grill. Maybe you are newly divorced, and HOPE that the hot basketball captain's wifey-poo from the last reunion aint in the picture anymore! Maybe you just want the food and booze and to see who your class has tragically lost since the last shin-dig.
But with the majesty of Facebook, where's the mystery? Even if you loathed some fucker back in the day, it seems like the more friends you have on the "book", the better life is, so hell yea you "friend request" said fucker, and some how make amends via the world wide web. Your goal is to have everyone in the class of ---- from ------------------ HS on your friends list. I mean jesus, there are freakin "groups" you can join, "clubs" you can start up, making sure that you NEVER lose touch with ANYONE ever again!
Your entire graduating class, former teachers, and Lou the custodian knows you lost 50 lbs cus you have 318 pics posted of your new wardrobe. Mr. Basketball now looks like a coked out homeless douchebag, so you have no desire to even TRY to claw him away from "Alice" his boo... and considering "Alice" is still thinner than you, and has a better hairstyle (you know this from Basketball Douche's photos), then why bother?
And "whose who on the death list"- NO WORRIES! Cus I'm sure every other day on SOMEONE'S WALL from __________ High School class of _______ , is a "In Memory of _______________ tragically cut down this morning in an unfortunate zebra mauling accident off the coast of Australia..." Forty-two comments of "OMG.. in our prayers" later, a FB memorial site is fired up.
No longer are there questions of "Oh wow Margie! It's been YEARS!!!! Do you have any children?"
Now it's "Oh wow Margie, since I last read your status this morning, how is little Natalie's infected ass boil, and did she cry when you had to have it lanced?"
Replace "MY GOD JOSIE, YOU LOOK WONDERFUL!" with "DAYUM JOSIE GIRL... that extensive gastric bypass surgery for which you had to argue for 10 months with Blue Cross and Blue Shield to allow you to have, resulting in a horrific bowel obstruction HAS MADE A DIFFERENCE! I'm glad to have read that you passed a turd this morning at 8:17am!"
So yea.. I dunno...
Social networking has taken a lot of the compelling and often times "fun" "wondering" out of reunions. If I already know what the fuck you are wearing cus you posted 10 pics (from your Droid) on your page announcing to your 718 friends that "this is what I'm wearing to the formal dinner at my reunion tonight!", then what's the point?
