Normally, I don’t like talking about myself in great depth. I find keeping my cards close to the chest to be the best policy. Sometimes though, there’s just too much items of interesting going on in or around me, I just need to vent of a little steam. I’ll try to keep this as brief as possible without getting into too many gross parts.
-Recently I was kicked out of Elementary. The rationale for my sacking was just. They were going in one direction and apparently I was going into another. Instead of forcing me to conform to their tastes, they let me go. No punches were swung, no skeletons were brought out for defense, and there were handshakes and pledges of continued friendship at the end of the night. Don’t get me wrong, I feel like shit. I poured a lot of emotional capital into Elementary, as I do any project I work on. I have a high attachment rate for the band and their music and will I be jealous next I see them on stage with another drummer, fuck yea I will. But ultimately, it’s for the best. I’m working things out now and hopefully I’ll pick up where I left off and create/play some really fucking awesome music.
-I need to get off my ass and finally prep myself for some post undergrad education. As for where I’m going and what I’m going to do when I get there, it’s still up in the air. Law seems like the next logical step. I could go for the umbrella masters degree (MBA), seems you can go just about anywhere with that. I could say “fuck it”, move back to my home town and run for Mayor. What I am sure of is that I need to prep myself before I go back to school/ take over municipal politics. I’ve always had a sneaking suspicion that my brain has a tendency to get stuck in 1st gear so I’m going to get tested for dyslexia and ADD next month. I’m 28 years old and FINALLY going to get tested to see if I have a learning problem. My rationale is, if I’m going to run myself into 6 figure student loan debt for grad school, I better have a mind that’s able to handle an education so I can get a job to pay off said 6 figure student loan debt. Who know’s this’ll probably explain a lot of quirks I have.
- I don’t have one, but two high school reunions to attend Thanksgiving weekend. From Kindergarten through Junior year, I was enrolled at Labrae School District. I practically emancipated myself and went to Howland my senior year. Because of this, I’m going to have to bring two suits to Warren.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited. There’s a lot of friends that I plain lost touch with over the decade; Labrae especially. Getting back in touch with the handful or so individuals that didn’t treat me like shit would be grand.
Because my high school reunions are coming up, I had a though; I wonder who is the most successful out of that class (lots of doctors and lawyers from my Howland class so I don’t even want to compare). From Facebook, looks like a good 90%-95% of my class stayed in Warren. That’s no indicator for success or failure, but it tells me that lofty ambitions of moving somewhere else was never an issue either. Warren is a cozy city, I don’t mind the place but I also know that I would die a slow death of alcoholism, meth and/or depression if I had to move back there on a more permanent basis. Many old class mates that friended me recently on Facebook (apparently there was a rumor that I was dead) have pictures of their children as their profile picture. My first reaction was “wow, you’re having kids!?!” but then reality comes back and I realize I’m 28 years old and that’s a perfectly normal age to have children. Some people are also more settled in their lives and have the opportunity to start families, not so with my lifestyle (I tend to find people my age starting families weird, but I acknowledge that my feelings towards that isn’t considered to be mainstream sentiment).
I also thought about how the bullies of my past fared in the past decade. Did they drop dead and go to hell? Probably not. Maybe they settled down and are not as assholish as they used to be. Maybe that guy that slammed me up against the bathroom wall in 9th grade telling me that if he sees me riding my bike down his street again he would slit my throat, or that other kid that punched me in the gut every day in 4th grade because he didn’t like me being on the same bus as him, or the kid that shoved a pen through my calculator because it was funny are actual human beings now, doing actual normal human being things. Maybe the bitch cheerleader is normal now, maybe the jock is fun to hang around with. There’s a lot of anxiety just thinking about it, but I’m sure I’m hyping it up way more than it needs to be. It’ll be fun. I’ll have a few drinks, reminisce about teachers, events, things, and get the 25 second catch up conversation with some people I spent just under half my life with.
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