I've Come a Long Way

I went to my ten year high school reunion this weekend. It was not as eventful as I expected it to be. I guess I envisioned lots and lots of people approaching me, telling me that they secretly read and love my blog, or perhaps confessing to harboring a little crush on me, or thinking that I was the coolest girl in school, and that I was robbed of that title by show-offs and outgoing people. But, to my surprise, nobody said anything like that to me at all. The closest I got was a girl telling me that my tongue-in-cheek comment that if I could do it all over again I would "punch more people in the face" was right up her alley. She launched into a bitter diatribe about the injustice of high school and how she wanted to punch people, too. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I said that as a joke. I mean, who wants to truthfully answer the "what would you do differently" question?! Anyway, this is how I looked when I went to the picnic:

My mom made me pose like this. She asked for my best "Paris and Nicole pose" and I gave it to her. I didn't take a picture of what I wore to the dinner because I was too busy washing some underwear for Mike so he wouldn't have to go commando. So we got to the dinner and found Sorro and Forro, of Two Guys from Quantico fame. We sat by them and some other nice people. An hour into the dinner, Mike leaned over and whispered that he had only been there for one hour and he had already picked out the two people he hated the most in the room. What do you know? They were two people I had hated all growing up! I think that, alone, proves that Mike and I are soul mates. Either that, or these two particular people are just so foul that anybody can grow to hate them in only one hour of being in the same room. Maybe a little of both.

It was weird to see the people upon whom my fragile sense of self worth depended during ages 14-18. I mean, some of the key players in "Carly's Sense of Self Worth" were missing. Nevertheless, it was eerie to realize that I have come so far from those tenuous days of botany club, choir, and school dances. Now, rather than relying on 100 or so fickle teenagers to tell me if I am cool or not, I count on blog readership. Could the contrast BE any starker? Ahhhh, I've come a long way.