Today I saw someone I recognized from hell high school. His name is… let’s just call him Fukquad, okay? Great. So, I was sitting in the shuttle bus heading back to my old university, and I didn’t notice him until he moved to the front of the bus. Actually, I didn’t recognize him until I saw his profile. I know he recognized me though; I haven’t changed that much. He continued to glance at me, and I ignored him as well as I could ignore a bulbous cold sore. Kidding. I completely ignored him. In fact, when we got off the bus I walked right past him with the air of someone who was too busy to give a damn.
Maybe at this point in this non-story you’re wondering, “why does this matter?” If you’re thinking this, you’re thinking right. The answer is: it doesn’t matter! He was a bully- not the kind that punches you in the face and steals your lunch money- the kind that behaves in a way to offend you. He was the kind of person who went out of his way to provoke you. Well, I wasn’t some hapless nerdy girl. The only reason I stayed quiet was because I cared about my future. I didn’t want to be suspended or expelled for beating the shit out of him because he’s not worth it. He wasn’t worth ruining my future over then and he isn’t worth it now. I don’t feel anger anymore. I just feel sorry for him.
