I'd download that
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"Warning!! A 30 minute sales pitch for a pyramid scheme is approaching from the northwest."
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I always run into my high-school acquaintances at our coke dealers.
You guys can still afford coke?
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I think all of my highschool class has that app, because I live in a small town and the only one I've seen in the past 15 years is because he's now our veterinarian.
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I always run into my high-school acquaintances at our coke dealers.
Just ...... get another coke dealer ... or it might be cheaper to just move to Columbia.
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You guys can still afford coke?
Like all good coke it’s mostly meth.
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"Warning!! A 30 minute sales pitch for a pyramid scheme is approaching from the northwest."
Yoooooo dude, long time no see! How've you been? Yeah I'm doing great. I'm my own master now. You still part of the matrix, huh? Hey I know we never really spoke but I can feel you're a go-getter like me. Whaddya say you quit your job and sell overpriced bullshit to the next idiot while I take a cut of the profit?
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Jokes on you, I live in a different country now, they can't find me here.
Although I must admit that the few times I came back to my home town to visit, it was a karmic satisfaction to see how my bullies now live the life they deserve.
Hm. All mine appear to be doing fine.
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I think all of my highschool class has that app, because I live in a small town and the only one I've seen in the past 15 years is because he's now our veterinarian.
They left the town more likely
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They left the town more likely
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They left the town more likely
wrote last edited by [email protected]Nah, most people from small towns never leave.
I know that most of my class is still here and are either addicted to meth, have a gaggle of kids, are Jesus freaks, or some combination of the above.
They probably don't recognize me because I put on 40lb of muscle (I was way too skinny in HS) and don't have long hair anymore.
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Hm. All mine appear to be doing fine.
I come from a small rural town where the only possible jobs are the fields or store clerk, unless you have a degree in something and can work in something more specialized. My bullies were not the sharpest tools of the shed so they barely finished high school (if ever), meaning that now most of them work odd jobs getting paid poorly and being exploited.
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Jokes on you, I live in a different country now, they can't find me here.
Although I must admit that the few times I came back to my home town to visit, it was a karmic satisfaction to see how my bullies now live the life they deserve.
Careful with that lest you get a taste of karma yourself. The folks that stayed in my hometown enjoy it, even if I don't envy them for it.
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Careful with that lest you get a taste of karma yourself. The folks that stayed in my hometown enjoy it, even if I don't envy them for it.
I lived in a shithole. Part of the reason why my hometown is losing population is because there is no industry, only fields (in the hands of very few people) and shops. You either move to a city to study a degree (and probably don't return) or stay working in the fields for peanuts. Those luckier get a job in a local job, working 10 to 22 monday to sunday, generally without a contract (so no benefits, no retirement...).
My bullies were not the smartest; for what I saw last time I went to visit, they are not enjoying life, rather surviving. -
I come from a small rural town where the only possible jobs are the fields or store clerk, unless you have a degree in something and can work in something more specialized. My bullies were not the sharpest tools of the shed so they barely finished high school (if ever), meaning that now most of them work odd jobs getting paid poorly and being exploited.
They were fine as the big fish in a little pond of kids, but couldn’t manage the real world. Some justice in that.
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Nah, most people from small towns never leave.
I know that most of my class is still here and are either addicted to meth, have a gaggle of kids, are Jesus freaks, or some combination of the above.
They probably don't recognize me because I put on 40lb of muscle (I was way too skinny in HS) and don't have long hair anymore.
I'm one of the freaks that moved from my small town to a small city, they deserve some of shit they deal with.
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I lived in a shithole. Part of the reason why my hometown is losing population is because there is no industry, only fields (in the hands of very few people) and shops. You either move to a city to study a degree (and probably don't return) or stay working in the fields for peanuts. Those luckier get a job in a local job, working 10 to 22 monday to sunday, generally without a contract (so no benefits, no retirement...).
My bullies were not the smartest; for what I saw last time I went to visit, they are not enjoying life, rather surviving.We are from similar places and have similar viewpoints. Different strokes for different folks is all I'm saying.
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I had someone walk in to my work one day and call my name. I turned and greeted the customer and asked what I could do for them. They confirmed my name again, which they had correct, and then said "you went to XHS right?" Confirmed my graduation year even. "Uh, yeah... That's right?" I said with a confused look on my face.
I just stood there befuddled. I stared at this dudes face for seemingly an eternity. No recognition. I couldn't figure it out. For some reason, he didn't say his name and I was so flabbergasted that someone who lived 4 states away, that I apparently went to school with, happened to be on vacation in MY town and walked into MY store... that I didn't even ask. I was super busy, and suddenly confronted with utter confusion, just frozen. And this dude's just like, "well, see ya" and I have NO FUCKING CLUE WHO HE WAS. It's an interaction that haunts me still.
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theres a total of three people from high school that recognize me anymore so im good
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if i had a time machine the newspapers would be DARK
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I had someone walk in to my work one day and call my name. I turned and greeted the customer and asked what I could do for them. They confirmed my name again, which they had correct, and then said "you went to XHS right?" Confirmed my graduation year even. "Uh, yeah... That's right?" I said with a confused look on my face.
I just stood there befuddled. I stared at this dudes face for seemingly an eternity. No recognition. I couldn't figure it out. For some reason, he didn't say his name and I was so flabbergasted that someone who lived 4 states away, that I apparently went to school with, happened to be on vacation in MY town and walked into MY store... that I didn't even ask. I was super busy, and suddenly confronted with utter confusion, just frozen. And this dude's just like, "well, see ya" and I have NO FUCKING CLUE WHO HE WAS. It's an interaction that haunts me still.
that's autism
