Going out with high school friends can be such a good time. I meet up with people I hadn't seen in a couple of years over a few pints last night. After we spent 15 minutes catching up on our own lives we gossiped about old school mates for two and a half hours. It's strangely vindicating to hear that all the 'cool' people are: married because they knocked someone up, lost their athletic scholarship, was arrested for cocaine trafficking or working at Tim Hortons. It's moments like those that I cherish that I wasn't was of those perfect popular people.



The other realization I had was that I lived in a different world than everyone else. All my memories are so different, I don't remember half the scandals other people do. I guess I never cared.