It’s amazing what the internet can do for us. And a little scary.
So, I’m on MySpace (if you’re not my friend yet, click here) and a year ago, I listed the schools I’ve attended (all million of them. Hello, grad school). I admit I browsed through the people who went to my high school, saw many of them were still in the area I grew up in, and thought nothing of it (also spotted the unrequited crush. Everyone needs one of those, right? He’s still hot, too. Damn I have good taste).
I told you that story to tell you this story (if you recognize that line, you might be a redneck). I got a friend request from a girl I went to high school with saying we should catch up. We generally hung out in the same crowd and she was always really nice to me. Considering it was high school (which SUCKED majorly) and I was and always have been The Fat Girl and The Nerd, that’s saying something.
The slightly stalkeresque thing is, while I’m hooked into my high school network, I’m listed under a pen name and my avatar is the yummy cover for Treasured. So she had to not only click on the random avatar, but then click on my pictures to find out it was me. Knowing that made me feel slightly less icky when I perused her MySpace page and looked through her pictures to see what she’s been up to for the last decade. (And she’s a lawyer, y’all. Whodathunkit?) I sent her a message about how I agreed we should catch up, asked how she’s been, and tried to be slightly witty. She hasn’t responded. Now, I’m like, maybe I wasn’t funny enough or my wittiness fell flat on its face, maybe law school sucked out her sense of humor, maybe I’m too lame to even respond to and I suck (because it’s not like she could be busy or have a life or anything).
Holy shit, I’m back in high school insecurity hell.
Then I realized I’m rolling up my ten year reunion and felt old. Sheesh.
(And if you’re reading this Nettie…HI!)
I’ve had that happen on facebook. But I capped the contact, because I was spooked…it was a chapter of my life I had left behind me, and wanted to leave behind me. I felt like a ghost trailing chains… It had nothing to do with the people, they were all nice…or had become nice, lol.
by Kayko May February 19th, 2008 at 9:19 amIf we do one, it’ll be next year and it’ll be twenty years. *arched brow* How’s that for feeling old?
I scoped out my old high school, and only saw one person from my era. I guess the country people still can’t figure it out. *shrug*
I wasn’t popular, I was a transplant for much of my school years, each year a new school. Yeah, made life so wooooonderful (note the sarcasm in that.) There really isn’t anyone I hung out with anyway. And my name has changed, so… if they found me, it would be skeery to say the least.
by Diana Castilleja February 19th, 2008 at 9:19 amI still feel old. I think I found a wrinkle. There might even be gray hair under the dye job.
by Crystal Jordan February 19th, 2008 at 9:20 amMy 20 year is this summer. During Nationals. Pity that, huh?
by gwen hayes February 19th, 2008 at 9:27 amOkay, now you’re making me feel old. I *do* have wrinkles. And I graduated from high school more than 20 years ago. So, you’re young.
I haven’t found any of my high school pals on myspace, but I did (ironically) run into a woman who graduated the year after me this past summer. She was doing a book signing…writes erotica (of all things, LOL). What makes this really funny is that we went to an all girl’s Catholic high school. Catholic girls are naughty :)
by Tawny February 19th, 2008 at 9:27 amAww…too bad you’ll be having too much fun with us in SF to mind, right, Gwen?
And Tawny, you’re frickin’ gorgeous (and being a Catholic school girl makes you hawt). Did I mention I was an unpopular dork? Like, reeeeeally unpopular? You couldn’t pay me to go back to high school EVER kind of unpopular?
by Crystal Jordan February 19th, 2008 at 9:28 amSince my pen name is my maiden name, lately all kinds of people from high school have found me on myspace.
Sweets you’re not old, trust me.
My 20 year reunion is this summer too. After Nationals, damn it. It costs $89 per person to go to the crappy Holiday Inn and have a crappy dinner. WTF? I might crash it.
by Karen Erickson February 19th, 2008 at 10:04 amCrash it! Be a rebel!
by Crystal Jordan February 19th, 2008 at 10:07 amI wish someone from high school would look me up. It would make me feel more memorable. :)
by feisty February 19th, 2008 at 10:10 amHoney, you are unforgettable. Trust me.
by Crystal Jordan February 19th, 2008 at 10:11 amMy 25th reunion is next year!!!
by Mari Freeman February 19th, 2008 at 10:13 amFreeman is my maiden name, so I was found too. Not only did the old school mates find me, but my first husband did as well… eeeeekkk.
Wow, an ex-hubby found you? Yuck!
by Crystal Jordan February 19th, 2008 at 10:17 amI love myspace. I have found so many people that I had lost contact with and I really missed them. It’s really interesting when I see a friend request and it’s someone I’ve been trying to get back in touch with for years.
by LaurenMurphy February 19th, 2008 at 12:42 pmI moved around too much-and none of those experiences-regardless of state-are worth recalling.
by R.G. Alexander February 19th, 2008 at 5:07 pm*shudder*
Its good to be a grown up.
I did the same thing. Searching through my class but never inclined to add people. And then they started adding me. But you know, people change. Okay, some do. Some are still the low life bastards you hated back then too.
But at least now you can keep tabs on them too. :P
by Shelli Stevens February 20th, 2008 at 10:24 amThat’s the spirit, Shelli. LOL.
by Crystal Jordan February 20th, 2008 at 10:25 amThis is why I have no pictures of me listed anywhere. And no schools either.
I didn’t hate high school, it was fine. But I’m over it. *shrug*
by Dana February 20th, 2008 at 11:09 am