What I've learned from Facebook and interacting with those with whom I grew up is this: Thomas Wolfe was right. You can never go home again.
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The last time I was living here in Albaturkey, my 20th high school reunion came around and I decided to go. Boy was that fun. Or not.
I was soooo bored and annoyed. All of a sudden I had all these classmates coming up to me and telling me how they liked me and blah blah. I had to hold my tongue from asking them why then they treated me like shit way back when.
The main reason I went was to see one friend in particular who I had lost contact with. I soon realized she had turned conservative and was a bitch.
@see_the_sus I and my BFF went to our 10th anniversary in 1997.
We swore: Never again with that crap.