School is a scary time - although, it gets an awful lot worse when puberty kicks in.
As I have never set out to be popular, it wasn't a huge deal for me - avoiding getting the shit kicked out of me seemed more important than how I looked to other people.
Someone might have a trend-setting haircut but admiring it in a hospital bathroom nursing broken limbs seems a somewhat vacuous choice to me. I was far happier if everyone assumed I was weird and just avoided me.
However, when puberty kicked in and I wanted to test my theoretical education on sex, being the weird outsider was somewhat of a hinderance.
So, I did what I had to - got barred from every computer in the complex and then forged a career in the very same thing (after a brief attempt at being a rock star).
I was however, gutted, when a number of years later, I met the one girl who I would have died for. In casual conversation, reminiscing about the 'school days' I mentioned how much love I thought I had for her at the time.
"Why didn't you ever say anything?" she asked with a wistful look in her eye
"Sorry to be so obvious" I replied "But you were the one that all the boys wanted, and some of the girls too. There was no way I was going to ask you anything and have my dreams shattered"
"But I would have said 'Yes' immediately - you were the only one I was interested in"
*Oh for fucks sake - now you mention it...*
Why bring this up now? Because that School Reunion thing is looming and people I haven't seen or heard from for many years are connecting.
I had a brief 'conversation' with someone who asked me if I remembered even meeting her 20+ years ago. She was somewhat shocked when I could recall every detail of the meeting, and exactly what transpired.
I have an excellent memory but, I am male so, by definition, I have a selective memory.
Your turn now - share the pain of education with Dr Goth ;-).......