Turner of Time

This will be a serious post, BECAUSE MY FEELINGS ARE HURT. And that's not because I'm a girl (although I am, honest!!), but because I am a human being. With feelings. That are hurt.

A few days ago, at an anniversary event for my old school, I ran into my secondary school bullies. Now, perhaps bullies is a strong word, but it rolls off the fingertips more smoothly than, say, these two guys that were total jerks to me for the better part of three years, so I'll take this small liberty.

I never did manage to fully understand why these guys were total jerks to me for three years. The official story is that they resented the fact that I was given advanced textbooks to use in German lessons, whereas everyone else used, I dunno, less advanced ones, I guess? Allow me to be the first one to ask, WHAT THE HELL KIND OF STUPID-ASS REASON IS THAT TO HATE SOMEONE??

I wasn't even that good at German. I just accidentally managed to convince the teacher that I was, since I'd already done most of grade 10 at a different school. Fine, so maybe that's kind of an OK reason to kind of hate someone a little bit when you're 16 to 18 years old. I'd also inadvertently picked up very basic conversational Spanish over the summer of '08 and knew literally some words, and how to say them!! HUGE MISTAKE.

All in all, I was an annoying, thunder-stealing, attention-seeking, socially awkward teacher's pet, and everyone hated me, and I had a miserable time, and oh god, my hair was so bad. But since then, I have moved on so hard. Plus, I got, like, crazy hot, which helps.

On Saturday, however, the first thing I was asked upon entering the room was whether or not I'd brought my textbooks. My goddamn German textbooks that I'd forgotten about entirely. I made the mistake of asking them to remind me what the deal was with the textbooks, which opened a whole new can of here's-why-we-never-liked-you worms.

What, as they say, the actual fuck? It's been five-ish years, and they still resent me for the same stupid-ass reason. I immediately reverted to my trusty old coping mechanism: getting far too offended and being really awkward about it. I'm still being awkward about it, because for all my immense brain power (I SPEAK SO MANY LANGUAGES!!), I do not understand it.

I'm also pissed off because it's made me relive my school days in my head, and it's just the worst.

Yes, I'm overly sensitive to this stuff, because SO MUCH EMOTIONAL SCARRING, and they were probably just trying to be amusing by referencing an old inside joke, in which case: Oh. Hahaha, no, I didn't bring my textbooks. But what good times, eh?

MORAL: I got off easy because I'm a resilient Lamp bastard (disclaimer: actually born in wedlock), and far too fond of myself to worry too much, but people get bullied for stupid reasons every damn day, which pisses me right the fuck off.

Stop being dicks, guys. Just stop it.