The good old days

When I was younger and in middle school I think I remember being a relatively normal kid, aside from being freakishly tall. Then, somewhere along the way I started to feel as though I was on the outside. My friends seemed to be different. Acting different. There seemed to be a growing separation between me and my friends. I was told that it was just my imagination and that it was just a part of growing up. I believed that for a long time.

In high school the growing separation had become a giant void. I knew there where things I was missing out on. I wasn't included in any of the activities my friends were into. But I had no proof. They would be talking about something they did and it sounded like it was a lot of fun. But I never knew what was going on. Nobody ever involved me.

I was told again and again that it was all in my head, that I was over sensitive and overreacting. I felt completely isolated in high school. I didn't know what was wrong with me, why I was so worked up over something that wasn't happening.

Well, I'm 47 now and computers have transformed our society so epically that there are no secrets anymore. I am embarrassed to say that I check out facebook at lease once a day. A majority of my friends are from high school. And most of them post pictures of those long lost days back in high school.

And I have to say, much to my relief, I was not wrong back then. I was not over reacting or misreading the situation. My friends did do a lot of stuff back then. I was simply not their friend.

Ok, enough soul crushing self pity for now.

I'm sick and I have to rest.