Can you believe I am over 30 years old and I have a myspace page? It’s true! I have a yard that is in dire need of mowing, my laundry needs to be sorted, the fridge could stand to be cleaned out and I am on myspace uploading pictures, blogging and “networking” with my nieces and my daughter! How juvenile! Seriously, my kids are begging me to cook dinner! JK!
When my ten year high school reunion rolled around, I dreaded going. In fact, I didn’t go and now I regret it, but I dreaded going because I didn’t really care at the time what those rat bastards were up to. All the kids I went to high school with in Caldwell were the children of rich farmers and had a sense of entitlement that put Paris and Nikki to shame. I was way more comfortable at Boise High, where everyone was “alternative” and I could express my new wave/ punk rock tendancies without being called a dyke.
I had this identity crisis of sorts in high school, had a baby, and wasn’t quite sure where I fit in…I grew up with the Caldwell kids, the bastards, but I felt at home in Boise…which reunion should I attend? It came down to the fact that I was putting too much into it and I just said screw it. I am not going to either.
However, the cool thing about myspace is that I have been able to reconnect with old friends from college and high school that I actually liked. Now that I am somewhat successful with my life, fairly happy and drive a really cool car, I wouldn’t mind catching the next reunion. Myspace is like the next best thing…only I get to choose who is added to my page as a friend! I like that.
