Lately I have been thinking a lot about my buddies from the olden days. Maybe it's because I am reminiscing, or maybe because I feel like at 25, my life is slowly slipping away (yes, I can see anyone older than me rolling there eyes here).
In high school I don't really know what people thought of me, and I can't say that I even care now. In fact, the fact that I might have cared once, seems very silly and insignificant.
Facebook is one of those things that can connect us, whether that's good or bad. I have to admit that I have Facebook friends who I sometimes keep around for the reason of buffering my ego. Anyone who admits differently is lying, or just a REALLY good person.
However, I have also seen some really cool things about my high school friends. One friend, who had things pretty good in high school, married her high school sweetheart (who we all gave her crap about at the time she was dating him), and now she is about to have her first child.
I recall another to have had a hard time fitting in. He never felt like things would just be right with him in the world and now, graduated from college, he lives halfway across the country and is making his dream job a reality.
It makes me think about myself a bit. I may not care now what my high school chums think of me, but at the same time, I can't help but wonder, have I made the best of myself? Have a taken every leap that I should have to be in a good place?
I would have to say I haven't done too bad for myself. A great husband, a cute son, a roof over my head and a college degree, which later led to a great job.
ROLLA HIGH CLASS OF 2007, Woo hoo! Go Bulldogs! (Sorry folks, it just felt right to say it loud and proud.)
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