8th
One things for sure and two things for certain…
Recently, I’ve begun getting a number of facebook request from high school and college people (no idea what to call them) that believe in the back of their minds that at some point or another we were friends. Come to think of it, maybe they don’t think we were friends, maybe they’re just trying to be nosey and see how life has turned out for me, and I get it, I was rather interesting in school and although I was not the warmest person, many wanted to be my friend. However, in most of these cases these nimwits who are requesting me on facebook were NOT my friends in school. In fact, I tend to remember having a number of volatile interactions with these people. There was the “mean girl” clique in high school, where a number of girls thought it would be cute to create an “I hate april” group because, ummm, yeah, I don’t know, I guess they just hated me! And then there were the lonely, how do I say this delicately, sloreish heffers in college who were just Sloreish (don’t tell anyone I said this but they were kind of unattractive as well) and quite frankly, I don’t associate with ugly people! Sorry, but I state the facts…
Now, fast forward ten years and you have a group of people who seem to have caught a bit of amnesia and think that for some reason I will come to an event to support their cause, read their blog or give them a bit of advice, but guess what?! It ain’t happenin’! If I didn’t like you then, I damn sure don’t like you now; I don’t care how old I’ve gotten or how many years have passed by I DON’T want to know how you’re doing, because I honestly don’t care that you had kids, spent some time in South Africa, ran a marathon, got dumped or dropped out!
In other words, NO, I don’t want to have dinner or drinks to reminisce about the fact that I thought you might have been a loser or simply a waste of space. In actuality, at the time, I thought most of you were mistakes that your parents were probably still regretting! Thus, when you log on and check your pending request and see that it’s been more than two months and I still have not confirmed you, know that I’m still that same girl, with the attitude and sarcastic remarks who at one point or another said to you, “if you are in need of a few kind words or a friend, you should look into a lifetime membership at the Lonely Hearts club, because I could care less about your thoughts or feelings!”
