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So I’m almost 38 years old. . . . . what’s astonishing is that…on June 7, 1997 I graduated from high school. Just last week, June 7, 2017 passed us by…so I’ve officially been out of high school for 20 years. **insert OMG face here**. On June 10, 2017, I attended my 20 year high school reunion.
I had anxiety like a mutha!! I almost decided not to go. But I’m glad I did. I got to see a few faces I recognized, and other faces that recognized me. But it also helped me to realize a lot. . . . .
- I wasn’t one of the cool kids in high school.
- I wasn’t a real jock/athlete.
- Everyone knew me..but i didn’t know them.
- I was book smart back then, but not very street smart.
- I was used a lot for my $88 car.
- I wasn’t one of the cool kids.
- I didn’t fit in with the “black kids.”
- I didn’t fit in with the “white kids.”
- I hung out with the “other” kids.
- I wasn’t one of the cool kids.
But i tried to fit in. I went down with one outfit in mind…I had it planned out..one simple suitcase, one outfit, one pair of shoes, one outfit to go home in and a pair of shoes to go home in. Plain and simple. I was gonna be in and out of town with the quickness. No one would be any of the wiser. I’d see a few folks I knew, take my bestie and her mom to dinner, then be back home cuddled on my couch with my fur baby.
Well, I got to town and checked in to my hotel (thank you to my job for the cheap rates on the Air Force Base), and hung up my outfit . . . . . then i saw it in a new light and hated it. That’s what i get for packing at the last damn minute. Luckily for me, i was close to the outlets. So i hopped my ass in the car and headed over..I hit a few shops looking for a plain white shirt to go with it. Found a couple, got a deal, and proceeded to walk my petty ass around to other stores. I should have took my ass to my car and left. But noooooo the allure of other stores…and a croc outlet, I wanted some more loafers. So i started walking. I saw starbucks, I wanted tea. I kept going. I saw a store to my left with a nice suit in the window. So i told my brain, i’d just window shop. BIG MISTAKE…there is no such thing as window shopping. Next thing I knew, I had spent almost 1.5 hours in there, and almost $400. But while I was there..i ended up changing my entire outfit, which also led me to needing new shoes. I bought the tie off the floor dummy (two of them to be exact). But in my defense, I was looking damn fucking sharp when i was done.
My real excuse, everything I bought can be worn for work!! So it wasn’t all bad. The shoes I bought, for work. The other clothes I bought..for work. The shoes I actually found…for work. Those Steve Maddens though. . . . . just fresh as fuck!!
So, the night was a success. I saw a lot of good folks, got a lot of good photos. Though I wish a few others had made it. Like the crew that I actually hung out with in high school. But it’s okay. Maybe I’ll see them in the next go round. So here are a few photos of the night.
So onto this old thing….it’s not much…i’m just starting to feel old. I mean I just went to my 20 year class reunion!!! For goodness sake..i could have had a child and they would be graduating from college right now. I’ve had an full education again. Like seriously…August is just around the corner. I’ll be 38 soon. What ever shall I do. I don’t know. But I’m hoping, I won’t be feeling depressed and will actually be able to enjoy it. Let’s hope so.
Now this racist thing. . . . . So yeah…last week (Jun 13, 2017 to be exact), I got accused of being a racist. Yeah me. . . . . the whitest black girl in my entire office of 40+ people. The biggest introvert in the whole office, who avoids contact with everyone at all cost. The black chick who’s #1 and #2 pre-programmed stations in both of my cars are the country stations in the local listening area. The black chick who has been to 8 concerts in the last two years, with everyone being country except for 2. The black chick who is planning on attending 6 concerts this year with everyone being country except for one. **insert side-eye** So yeah!!
So anyhow…this lazy fuck of a guy. . . . . **sigh** I won’t even bother to tell the story. Just know that Johnny Bravo, failed to realize that he has white male privilege. He will never understand what it’s like to be black in this country, living under the current conditions of the world and government. He doesn’t have to worry about potentially getting shot in the back for no fucking reason at all. I. . . . . on the other hand…am black, a female, and i’m queer. I’m also masculine in my appearance. I consider myself transmasculine. Not quite fully trans, so not male, not female, just in the middle and depending on the day, either or. I still want to punch this guy in his face. But I like my paycheck. So fuck him. Fuck his privilege. Fuck him. I’m better than him. I’ve passed my probation period. He still has another year and a half on probation. So again…fuck you douchebag.
Now I have to go prepare my house for a 17 year old man-boy that is coming to live with me for the next month and change. Wow, what ever shall I do. I’m going to have a kid, for the summer. Lawd help us all. But I’m the cool Auntie never forget that shit!!
