In fact, revisiting high school years, even decades, later can be a chance to “disprove negative prophecies” or earn the acceptance and respect that might have been denied before, said Florence Kaslow, a south Florida psychologist of more than 30 years who’s studied reunions of all sorts.
For the record, I was picked on, beaten up, etc. in high school. I guess that’s what high schoolers do in most of the world? It was not good for my psyche. However, the deep-seated hate and resentment helped build character, helped make me the fairly successful software developer and physically fit person I am today. I am also a darn good father.
I went to my own high school reunion a little while ago. People barely recognized me, since they all remembered me as a scrawny cowardly nerd whose only joy in life was making straight-As. Well, I am STILL a nerd, but now I weigh 210 pounds @ 16% body-fat. I bench-press 205, deadlift about 230, and vertical-leg-press a quarter-ton (500lbs). My 2-year old daughter is a gorgeous angel.
Turns out that many of the people who tormented me back in the day were now totally FAT, or in some way not as strong as me (except for this one guy, a muscular “gentle giant” who never bothered me in high school anyway).
No one took me up on my offer to arm-wrestle. Not even those bastard bullies who used to take my lunch money. Obviously I didn’t feel it was appropriate to pick fights with any of them on the spot, but I made it clear, with my large vocabulary, that not only have I always been superior to them mentally, but now many years later, I am ALSO equal and practically superior to them PHYSICALLY as well, those fucking jerks.
As for the girls who wouldn’t talk to me, most of them were on their 2nd or 3rd marriages, or single. And let me tell you, women – especially those who partied, slept around, and dissed us nerds in high school – don’t age very well. They were mostly like, droopy boobs and cellulite. I can see the shape of your push-up bras and girdles, you morons. I mean, seriously, ewww. Now I am attractive to some younger cuter women who actually GIVE me time of day, so where’s your superiority complex NOW, bitch?
So yeah, my point is, I hated high school with a passion, but my reunion was a chance to take some kind of revenge… to have some closure… but most importantly, to demonstrate that with the proper discipline and parental support, long-standing hate, anger, and resentment CAN be spun into something positive in the long run. It just takes work, focus, therapy, clean living, tons of exercise, and a nice regimen of food and bodybuilding supplements.
Going to extremes for school reunions
May 13, 2009Using an upside-down stripper as a stand-in looks... fun?
For the record, I was picked on, beaten up, etc. in high school. I guess that’s what high schoolers do in most of the world? It was not good for my psyche. However, the deep-seated hate and resentment helped build character, helped make me the fairly successful software developer and physically fit person I am today. I am also a darn good father.
I went to my own high school reunion a little while ago. People barely recognized me, since they all remembered me as a scrawny cowardly nerd whose only joy in life was making straight-As. Well, I am STILL a nerd, but now I weigh 210 pounds @ 16% body-fat. I bench-press 205, deadlift about 230, and vertical-leg-press a quarter-ton (500lbs). My 2-year old daughter is a gorgeous angel.
Turns out that many of the people who tormented me back in the day were now totally FAT, or in some way not as strong as me (except for this one guy, a muscular “gentle giant” who never bothered me in high school anyway).
No one took me up on my offer to arm-wrestle. Not even those bastard bullies who used to take my lunch money. Obviously I didn’t feel it was appropriate to pick fights with any of them on the spot, but I made it clear, with my large vocabulary, that not only have I always been superior to them mentally, but now many years later, I am ALSO equal and practically superior to them PHYSICALLY as well, those fucking jerks.
As for the girls who wouldn’t talk to me, most of them were on their 2nd or 3rd marriages, or single. And let me tell you, women – especially those who partied, slept around, and dissed us nerds in high school – don’t age very well. They were mostly like, droopy boobs and cellulite. I can see the shape of your push-up bras and girdles, you morons. I mean, seriously, ewww. Now I am attractive to some younger cuter women who actually GIVE me time of day, so where’s your superiority complex NOW, bitch?
So yeah, my point is, I hated high school with a passion, but my reunion was a chance to take some kind of revenge… to have some closure… but most importantly, to demonstrate that with the proper discipline and parental support, long-standing hate, anger, and resentment CAN be spun into something positive in the long run. It just takes work, focus, therapy, clean living, tons of exercise, and a nice regimen of food and bodybuilding supplements.