Pam called me this morning to say she had the following for me: (a) my rent receipt, (ba) reading material, and (c) a card of some sort. Would I like her to bring it up? Yes I would. “I have some other receipts to drop off, but then I’ll be up.”
The reading material came in the form of a ‘Stone Soup’ magazine. That went on my bookshelf. As for the receipt? The kitchen table seemed a good place (at least, for the moment?
The card, I had her open just to confirm my suspicions: Yesterday, I heard from my one and only high school friend, who told me she’d received an invitation to a class reunion (it went to her parents’ house). I figured, when I heard the street address, that this was the same (and it went to the wrong mailbox).
“Both Tiffany and I agreed years ago that we would have no reason to attend such a function, as the majority of our classmates treated both of us like dirt—and the few that were actually nice later wanted nothing to do with us (the only example worth mentioning was a mutual friend who, after graduation, didn’t return e-mails or phone calls).
I realize that people can change, but nobody who will be at that reunion treated me well eno ugh to make it worthwhile (and Tiffany couldn’t agree more. As she told me yesterday, “The only reason I’d have gone is if I had an excuse to go and show them up”—i.e., if she’d married someone both rich and good-looking. As it is, the best we can say for ourselves is that we live on our own—and that she owns her house).
I added that, supposing I’d wanted to go at some point, everything changed the moment I broke my leg (so I dropped that card in the trash, thinking **thanks, but no *thanks).
(1) Young I may be, but even young people are entitled to their opinions.
(2)Attempting to silence me doesn't hurt me, but the silencer.
(3) I must remain true to myself.