Highschool is a time of joy for some. Not for me. With the appearance of the film BULLY I am reminded it is not for everyone. Maybe not for anyone. Do those who do the bullying feel remorse years later. I doubt it.
My 50th highschool reunion just came and went. I flirted briefly with returning to the scene of the crime(s) of the heart where I suffered while others enjoyed. Yes, I was deeply unhappy. I was not ugly nor fat nor stupid. My sin was that I wanted another life — a theatre life that did not include the world around me at that time. Did they see me as a snob? a misfit? a crazy person?
In the end I got in touch with three people from my class whom I enjoyed talking to several years before…..and feel I might still enjoy speaking with. They are doing interesting activities. Sometimes more interesting than my own.
Is there life after highschool? I used to pray there was. Now I know life only really begins after highschool where the fields are wider, the wing spread is greater, and flight is possible in the wide heavens.