10 years after
Last Saturday was my reunion with my former highschool classmates. In French we say "conventum", but I've no idea to translate it, and anyway you all know what I'm talking about.
At first I didn't want to go. High school wasn't all that great for me. I was not happy with who I was, I didn't know what I wanted. I had a few friends, but I never was as close to them as I am with with the friends I have now. And yet I went, because perhaps I'd regret it later if I didn't. And I must admit, I was a little bit curious as to how much the girls I knew 10 years ago changed.
It was great, but no more. I have nothing in common with my former friends, and while it was fun to reminisce with them, well, there was some kind of remaining uneasiness that wouldn't go away. And for that I'm the one to blame, I'm afraid. Even back then I didn't feel close to those I called my friends, and so after high school I cut all the bridges with those people, even my "best friend". Being depressive during college didn't help, but still, that's no excuse.
Ah well. At first I was a little bit depressed by all of this, but now that I have had time to analyse all of this, I feel better. I realize I have changed a lot, and, I think, for the best. I realize I adore the friends I have, and won't let time and space tear us apart. I am quite happy with my life and, if my car can stop breaking, and the boyfriend a little bit more cooperative, it'll be near perfection. Until the next calamity.
Next, my adventures in Charlevoix, as I was a witness to the triumph of Queen Pauline, aka, how we lost the by-election.
At first I didn't want to go. High school wasn't all that great for me. I was not happy with who I was, I didn't know what I wanted. I had a few friends, but I never was as close to them as I am with with the friends I have now. And yet I went, because perhaps I'd regret it later if I didn't. And I must admit, I was a little bit curious as to how much the girls I knew 10 years ago changed.
It was great, but no more. I have nothing in common with my former friends, and while it was fun to reminisce with them, well, there was some kind of remaining uneasiness that wouldn't go away. And for that I'm the one to blame, I'm afraid. Even back then I didn't feel close to those I called my friends, and so after high school I cut all the bridges with those people, even my "best friend". Being depressive during college didn't help, but still, that's no excuse.
Ah well. At first I was a little bit depressed by all of this, but now that I have had time to analyse all of this, I feel better. I realize I have changed a lot, and, I think, for the best. I realize I adore the friends I have, and won't let time and space tear us apart. I am quite happy with my life and, if my car can stop breaking, and the boyfriend a little bit more cooperative, it'll be near perfection. Until the next calamity.
Next, my adventures in Charlevoix, as I was a witness to the triumph of Queen Pauline, aka, how we lost the by-election.