I'm in solidarity with Twinkle on the high school friend moving home. There are very few many people from high school that I keep up with - and even fewer that I want to spend time with, even on an irregular basis.
One of the girls I do like, who lives out of town and is all over the Facebook, is apparently coming home for a couple of weeks at the end of August. She is planning a get-together event for girls from our class -- some of whom I enjoy, but many of whom I don't care if I ever see again. And I am very much on the fence about whether or not I am going to go.
I would quite like to see the out-of-towner, but I fear being stuck at the far end of the table with two or three of the ones who live here. Not only will they bore me to death for the one evening, but I am already sweaty-palmed wondering how to get out of the inevitable invitation to get together again. I am vaguely aware that about a dozen girls I went to high school with have a standing dinner engagement. Over the years, there have been a few invitations for me to participate, once by someone I do like and was trying to catch up with. I still said no. I like her, but the rest of them are scorchingly dull.
I can't say I had a horrible high school experience, but I really didn't come into my own until college. I probably wasn't the best version of me in high school either, and it's probably highly unfair to judge others today based on who they were almost twenty years ago. But you know, there's only so much time.
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