high school

I just had a major nostalgia bomb while talking with my friend about when we were in high school. We were in school in different states and at different times, but the stories seemed to be similar... 
How we were friends with people from so many different groups that we didn't really understand the "divide" that high school movies usually show. Like, the jocks, nerds, artsy people, etc, etc whatever.. I was friends with all of them. I was the founder of the book club (that lasted for like, one day and consisted of my guy best friend and me), in the chess club (but everyone was. It was one of the biggest clubs we had...and people were just in it to get out of class. We didn't even play chess), art club? I think I was in that, too. But that was genuinely because I liked art. And I was in the National Honor's Society, which was the only club that really met regularly and did activities. 
I had my own group of friends who also didn't really fit into one pigeonhole, the girls and guys that I actually hung out with after school. The sleepovers that lasted 3 or 4 days and just consisted of us trying on each other's clothes,  munching on Doritos and drinking Mt. Dew, and watching movies just for the purpose of seeing hot guys. And then talking about those hot guys. 
And the Halloween party that one of my best friends and I threw senior year. We went all out with decorations, the invitations were creepy and perfect, had a Halloween station on Pandora, and watched Amityville Horror (the one with Ryan Reynolds, of course). The night that the guy I was dating asked me to be his girlfriend (which was so fitting, because our first date was to see Halloween in theaters), which I at first accepted because I didn't understand the question. Then he made it "Myspace official," and I got it, and backtracked. I took it back and asked if we could take it slower...we ended up dating for several months before I agreed to be exclusive, even though I don't know how to date more than one person at once anyway. Not because I didn't like him- he was super cute, funny/sarcastic, a skater which was just the holy grail apparently, and didn't go to my school which was a major plus. I'm just a slow mover. 
That got me thinking about guys in general, and why girls in high school go for that guy...the one who's sort of alone in the corner with his hair over his eye, saying something ironic or maybe sarcastic (maybe on the side of mean), the one who has no respect for authority and hates school because it just sucks, except he's actually one of the smartest people you'll ever meet. Why did we like that guy? Not that there is anything wrong with liking that guy. But why does almost every girl I know have a recollection of liking that same guy, no matter when they were at school or where? 
Also, why were high school relationships so much easier than when we grow up? I know there are those people who marry their high school sweethearts, and I feel like they're the luckiest in the world. Because high school relationships usually end up in both parties growing into the person they're meant to be, but that isn't exactly who we fell in love with in the first place, is it? Sometimes, people grow in the same direction, and I guess that's how high school sweethearts end up together. But mostly, they grow in opposite directions and develop traits or habits that aren't necessarily bad, but they don't feel like home anymore. I guess when people go through these relationships while growing into themselves at the same time, they get a feel for what they want and what they don't. So that's why relationships later in life are harder. You're more specific or maybe jaded, and relationships carry more with them now. They're not for practice anymore, and they don't just mean decisions on where to hang out on Friday night or whether you're going to ditch your homework because your girlfriend wants you to come over instead. 

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