Friday, January 29, 2010


I think I've figured out why I have trouble remembering people from my hometown, and it's not due to early onset dementia. It's due to the fact that I HATE(D) MY HOMETOWN and most of the people in it!

I graduated from high school in 1988. Recently there has been talk on Fac.ebo.ok about the fact that the alumni from the classes of 1980 through 1989 are having an 80s reunion there this summer. A few people have asked me if I will be attending. The answer I'd like to give is "Not only No, but HELL NO."

I will never, not even for my 50th, if I live that long, attend a class reunion in my hometown. Most of the people I grew up with were obnoxious and ignorant, and I find it hard to believe that many of them will have improved with the passing of time.

Sure, there are some people in my high school class and the classes ahead of mine who I liked and might enjoy seeing again. . . . but the prospect of seeing these people is not outweighed by the certainty of having to tolerate a bunch of yahoos I didn't like in high school and probably still wouldn't like.

I've read and heard enough about many of my former classmates on Fac.ebo.ok to know that the ones who were obnoxious and ignorant continue to be obnoxious and ignorant. And many of the ones I liked have (wisely) moved away and fallen out of contact with everyone.

Am I the only one who feels this way about her hometown? I bless the day my father moved away from there and ensured that I would NEVER have to go back, even for a visit.

'Nuff said on this topic. I have already given it far more space on this blog and in my mind than it truly deserves.Justify Full


TUWABVB said...

I was going to say this on the last post, but then I saw this post in the reader and realized that you came to your own conclusion - you don't remember people that aren't important to you...that's all. And the fact that you actually forget a lot of these names proves that you aren't harboring any feelings any more, you've just moved on. I'd say it's a good sign!