HIGH SCHOOL

I got the friendly newsletter from my high school. I usually skim through it - and look at the smiling Asian and African-American children. go diversity!

This time I made the mistake of reading it.

Skip to my class and a little bit before...even then I was stalking the cute boys. Married...damn. not that I had a chance, but he was cute. Married...married...married... whatthefuck?  I have reached the age where people settle down and procreate. Meanwhile I am sitting here sipping champagne (at 1pm) and trying to not add "alcoholic" to my list of vices.

Sure they are married. My mom stopped on the staircase as I mentioned this fact  - and a worried look came on her face -" oh god - is she going to have another breakdown?" She tried to tell me divorce stories, but I stopped her right there.

It is fine. they are married. greeeaat.

What bothered me where the master degrees, and the fact that they managed this branch of my bank. did i mention i am sipping champagne? and dying for a cigarette.

i know that these smiling faces and white gowns probably hide an eating disorder or the fact that their husband is impotent or something, but it still is a pain. it hurts to notice your own failure this early in life.