When I was 13 years old I was the biggest freak in the world.
I’m talking a world class freak.
A freak with ugly hair, bad teeth and bad timing because I never got anything right.. oh and did I mention I looked like a freak too?
If you must know this phase of my life lasted well into my 30’s.
Now that I’m in my mid-forties I can get away with the same stuff because on top of it all my hair is turning grey and I just look like an eccentric old lady.
Anyway.
All of this started when I was 13.
So what did I do tonight?
I joined a facebook group made up of
-you got it-
People I went to Junior Highschool with and some of them knew me when I was 13.
Kill Me God.
Kill Me Now.
Irregular Bones 
noose, pills, gas?
Bwahahahahah. Sorry.
That which does not kill us makes us stronger. I think this applies specifically to high school.
If it is any consolation all the people I have reconnected with from my high school/s (where I was a Class A dork) are very nice now. Not one of them has called me Elephant Woman.
N.M.
Probably just bashing my head into a wall until I’m done with it
Cle
You are lucky.
Yeah man. Total freak. I thought 99% of our school was like that, with the possible exception of Blythe Benshoof, who I believed was a little too perfect and a little too balanced. I always wanted to smack her for some reason.
I’m happy to announce that we never really grew out of it. Whew!!! I feel sorry for those who did.
*We never really grew out of it — except that we got much better looking with age…
Well.
You did.
😉
Around the time of one of our high school class reunions, one of the organizers sent me an e-mail appeal for me to come to it. “Oh, it will be so good to see you and remember the good times….blah, blah.” Oh, Marcia, Marcia, Marcia, yeah, right.