The Sin of Comparison

Let me tell you something. There is nothing more depressing than reading about the lives of people in your high school graduating class. Unless your life is just where you want it and you've never been divorced, and you are married now (kids are a plus), I'd stay the hell away from those pages. For example, the guy who was suspended for a bomb threat against the school and who told everyone he was James Jones is now a stockbroker in New York. The strangest guy I ever knew in High School is in Hollywood and has sold two screen plays and is listed in IMDB. Everyone is married with children and living pretty happy rich-folks lives in successtown. Then again, I did go to school in Heathers-central.

Rich white folks are living their rich white lives with aplumb. And me, victim of that environment, just continue on, trying to figure out what in the hell I'm doing and what just happened. Every single aspect of my life is now up in the air. Where will it all land?

No travel to my reunion for this one.

The strangest little thing, my best friend in high school is living in Seattle. I have no plans to contact him. But that gives me chills.

I might have to take up drinking again after this.