It's inevitable that you grow older. We don't necessarily grow wiser but whether we accept it or not, we become a lot more introspective. One can hope that with all that thinking, we can look back on our life and acknowledge things that happened.

I will admit that high school for me was not the best. In retrospect, I hated it. I can't imagine how horrid it could be nowadays but I guess it all depends on one's perspective. I would never want to go back to those years. I was glad to leave it behind. I was glad to leave Liverpool, New York. I have often looked back on those years and considered a big waste of my time. I vacillated between admitting and denying my feelings. Until recently.

I still think my high school years were just a vacuum that sucked up the positive. Mostly.

Thanks to Facebook, I have reconnected with someone from those years. One of the few who were friendly to me. Friendly to the new kid from Africa. One of the few who treated me with some respect and dignity. We've chatted a lot recently. We share quite a lot in common. And, it seems like we will continue to do so.

I don't know what I was looking for in finding a connection with someone from my high school. Someone from my class. Maybe in a few more years, I will understand. But for now, it feels good to be able to talk to someone who I feel is on the same "wavelength" as me. I can almost guarantee that the next time we meet, we'll have tons to talk about. I'll hang on to that positive note. Another thing growing older has made me do. Later  ¶ 10:37 PM