It’s my 30th school reunion next year.
Holy shit. That means I’m officially old right? I guess it’s also too late to lose a million kilograms, become super famous and catch myself an amazingly handsome, articulate, devoted and wealthy husband…. right? Cos isn’t that what school reunions are all about? Having your friends envy your post-school life?
If that’s the case then I’m kinda screwed. In fact, I suspect I peaked in high school and it’s been downhill ever since.
However, this isn’t about the makeover I desperately need before October 2014. Nope. This tale of woe starts with a Facebook page which was set up by some of my old school chums in honour of the occasion.
I, like many others, dutifully signed up to the page and chuckled at the tragic school photographs being shared. And then… The invitations started. You know the ones I mean – the dreaded Facebook ‘friend’ requests.
Initially I just hit ‘accept’ to everything that came through (and most I was happy to receive) until… a couple came through that caused me to grimace.
Like every school and every childhood mine had its fair share of bullying bitches. Of course back in the 1980s we didn’t really call it bullying. We just had those girls (less so guys for some reason) who were the ‘bad eggs’. And back in the 1980s they were the girls who had multiple piercings, smoked in the school toilets and made fun of everyone outside of their own ‘gang’. All before they were 14 years old.
Fortunately my hometown and school were pretty safe so I can’t remember stuff ever getting physical, but – some of these girls made others’ lives hell.
I copped it a little bit, but no more so than any of my friends. Mostly I remember name-calling, bitchy comments and embarrassing practical jokes designed to bring others to tears.
Unsurprisingly most of the bullies left school as soon as they were able (back then – when they turned 15) and our final two years (senior) were far more serene and less stressful. The bitchy bullies were behind us.
In my final year at school I was doing some modelling and ran into one of the former
skanks girls after a fashion parade one night. Our paths rarely crossed as my life was about school and sport and her’s was about…. god only knows what!?. I was gobsmacked that she was so friggin’ sucky all of a sudden – telling me how great I looked and acting as if we’d been the best of buddies. Back then I was sweet, so was polite in response; but I remember being really shocked at her behaviour – at how NICE she was to me. Of course now I’d be like… What. The. Fuck?! (Or maybe not to her face. Just here in the blog!)
That same girl was someone who wanted to be my Facebook ‘friend’. I ignored the request because she was one of the WORST bullies at school. Don’t get me wrong, I’m in no way traumatised by these school bullies (or a couple from my basketball days I could name!) but quite frankly I have no desire to see or speak to them ever again. Life’s just too short and they’re just not worth it.
Perhaps they’ve changed, you might argue.
Surely someone who is such a horrible person as a child and teenager can hardly morph into a decent human being? And even if they did, I’m not sure I care.
Do you agree? Should I forgive and forget? Should I become Facebook buddies with old school bullies?