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So, as I posted a few days ago, I joined that FaceBook thing.
It's really cool, and it's easy to navigate, so I've been adding all these people I went to high school with, and some people I used to know when I ran with the Jesus crowd.
And I want to talk to these people, but I feel bad, cause I really don't have anything in common with these people.
I added this guy I went to high school with. Mark. We were never very close, but I knew him well enough. So I added him to msn, too. I figured why not.
Now, my life isn't top notch, or anything. But I think I'm doing well. Between Jakob, and this career I'm starting with the bank, I feel pretty good about this. But this guy is still back home, living with his folks. It almost makes me feel sad, sort of.
I remember in high school when I was getting picked on a lot somebody told me "it doesn't matter what these people think, because after you're done high school, you'll probably never see them again." And it's true. And now that I'm running into these people 7 and 8 years later, I sort of feel vindicated in that they picked on me for so long and told me I wouldn't amount to anything, and now I'm married with a kid and a career, and they're still back home in a town with no jobs living with their parents. I mean, I hope they're happy, and that their lives are going well for them, but y'know?
Maybe I'm just an asshole.
It's really cool, and it's easy to navigate, so I've been adding all these people I went to high school with, and some people I used to know when I ran with the Jesus crowd.
And I want to talk to these people, but I feel bad, cause I really don't have anything in common with these people.
I added this guy I went to high school with. Mark. We were never very close, but I knew him well enough. So I added him to msn, too. I figured why not.
Now, my life isn't top notch, or anything. But I think I'm doing well. Between Jakob, and this career I'm starting with the bank, I feel pretty good about this. But this guy is still back home, living with his folks. It almost makes me feel sad, sort of.
I remember in high school when I was getting picked on a lot somebody told me "it doesn't matter what these people think, because after you're done high school, you'll probably never see them again." And it's true. And now that I'm running into these people 7 and 8 years later, I sort of feel vindicated in that they picked on me for so long and told me I wouldn't amount to anything, and now I'm married with a kid and a career, and they're still back home in a town with no jobs living with their parents. I mean, I hope they're happy, and that their lives are going well for them, but y'know?
Maybe I'm just an asshole.