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2003-01-05 - 10:11 p.m. i was trained to be cool. i grew up with 3 older cousins, and and uncle who is the same age as my older cousins. when i was in 6th grade, two of my older cousins and my uncle decided it was time for my first high school party. i was 12. i was always safe. i always belonged. being the cousin/ nephew of these three individuals paved my way. they were all very popular, attractive, well liked, etc. so i was so and so's cute little cousin/ nephew. i was always the youngest guy at any party by like 4 or 5 years. noone my age was at those parties. partys? i dunno. fast forward several years. when i was a sophmore, seniors would ask ME where the party was. i was quite the party animal, in my own quiet little way. i was taught to drink alot, but never to act drunk. that wasn't cool. being able to hang was key. i was taught by individuals who i grew up with. members of my family. so, if i ever drank too much and say, dropped a pool stick, then it was a swift slap in the back of the head. "kick back. don't be so stupid!" ahh, family...good times. so, now, to this day, i have very concrete ideas about what's cool, and what's not. i've always been able to keep my feelings to myself when it came to whether i thought someone was being a putz or not. i'd avoid you like the plague, but at least i didn't slap you in the back of the head, and say, "idiot. be cool." i'm not complaining, mind you. i was given something that a lot of my friends would have killed for, an "in" with the older crowd, high school parties in jr. high, shit like that. all the stuff that meant everything then, and which we all know means nothing at all in the real world. it's so strange. anyway, i'm only writing about this cuz i just finished watching high school reunion on fox. i have regrets, and people who i still can't stand, and all that bullshit, but, mostly high school was a blast. parties, student council, being voted most blah blah in the yearbook. i guess i was lucky. goodnight. |
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