Remembering A Moment of Revenge
I got an email today saying that people were looking at my classmates.com profile. I had to laugh because most of the people in that school were unbelievably cruel to me. I was lost and horribly unhappy for eight long years of private school. WOW, am I happy to be an adult! It's so nice when you get old enough to be a bigger contributor in the architecting of your own life.
In any case, after I got the email I went back and looked at my profile and saw what I wrote. I guess I was a little mad when I wrote that. he he he.
Classmates.com profile:
I am a writer/artist/poet. Things are good. Life is interesting. It simply isn't enough to say that Sacred Heart sucked the big one. Sacred Heart was a seething cauldron of pre-pubescent horror. Sacred Heart was the culmination of all that's wrong with society. Sacred Heart should be rolled into a Zig-Zag and given to the Bob Marley foundation. Most of you were pampered, small-minded, and cruel, but your constant taunts and degradation provided me with the appropriate level of angst necessary to drive my art so I really can't complain. In the end, I hope all of you found happiness like I did. (Or wound up insurance agents. Life's ultimate cruelty. he he He)
(The last jab about insurance agents was about this boy, who shall remain nameless, that I had a giant crush on. His parents were lawyers and horribly yuppie and pretentious. His mother treated my mother like dirt because we were not white, lived on the wrong side of town and were horribly socially awkward. She was not a nice person. In any case, I liked him anyway and felt sorry for him because his parents had his whole life mapped out for him. He was playing the stock market by the sixth grade and he talked about how he was supposed to go to Stanford and be a lawyer and have this...sad life. He was this skinny dangly boy but I thought in there somewhere beyond his snotty friends and the Izod shirts there might be something more. That is UNTIL the night he threw a pool party and he and his friends humiliated me. I won't go into it but it took like 20 years to able to dress without keeping one arm pinned to the door to keep it closed. So, what happened to that dangly boy? The first chance he got he moved far away from his parents to sell insurance in the woods. )
In any case, after I got the email I went back and looked at my profile and saw what I wrote. I guess I was a little mad when I wrote that. he he he.
Classmates.com profile:
I am a writer/artist/poet. Things are good. Life is interesting. It simply isn't enough to say that Sacred Heart sucked the big one. Sacred Heart was a seething cauldron of pre-pubescent horror. Sacred Heart was the culmination of all that's wrong with society. Sacred Heart should be rolled into a Zig-Zag and given to the Bob Marley foundation. Most of you were pampered, small-minded, and cruel, but your constant taunts and degradation provided me with the appropriate level of angst necessary to drive my art so I really can't complain. In the end, I hope all of you found happiness like I did. (Or wound up insurance agents. Life's ultimate cruelty. he he He)
(The last jab about insurance agents was about this boy, who shall remain nameless, that I had a giant crush on. His parents were lawyers and horribly yuppie and pretentious. His mother treated my mother like dirt because we were not white, lived on the wrong side of town and were horribly socially awkward. She was not a nice person. In any case, I liked him anyway and felt sorry for him because his parents had his whole life mapped out for him. He was playing the stock market by the sixth grade and he talked about how he was supposed to go to Stanford and be a lawyer and have this...sad life. He was this skinny dangly boy but I thought in there somewhere beyond his snotty friends and the Izod shirts there might be something more. That is UNTIL the night he threw a pool party and he and his friends humiliated me. I won't go into it but it took like 20 years to able to dress without keeping one arm pinned to the door to keep it closed. So, what happened to that dangly boy? The first chance he got he moved far away from his parents to sell insurance in the woods. )
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