Jul 24 2009
Feel Good Friday: Good Advice Edition
“Hey Ron, are you ever going to post something for Feel Good Friday that isn’t ska?”
No, and fuck you for asking, dicktard. Ska is the best music for feeling good that has ever been invented. It’s the musical equivalent of Prozac.
Lately, I’ve been listening to a lot of Pandora. The other day I turned it to Reel Big Fish radio and was instantly subsumed by a mess of delicious late 90’s third-wave ska. It was like flashbacks to high school all over again. Then I realized in a few weeks I’ll be at my 10-year high school reunion and suddenly wanted to hurl myself at the closest speeding train.
I read an article the other day mentioning that Facebook/MySpace/social networking sites might be ruining the high school reunion business because you don’t actually have to make any special effort to keep in touch with everyone you used to know. However, it does take a special effort to avoid the people from high school you have no desire to ever see again (and, wouldn’t you know it, they’re the ones who are the first to bomb you with friend requests). Mayhaps my generation will be the last generation to which the high school reunion is a noteworthy event.
Honestly? I don’t want to go to this fucking thing. At all. I had like four friends in high school, and I’m not sure if any of them are actually going to be there. It’s one of those things I feel like I have to do because society tells me I have to, and that if I don’t go then I might regret it despite the fact it costs way too much and I didn’t like most/all of those people in the first place. But here I am, tickets ordered, no dress clothes or anyone to go with, scheduled to attend an event I’m not thrilled about and forced to give up my birthday weekend for it.
Too late now. I paid for it; I may as well go.
The 10-year reunion is really the best one to go to–after that, it’s more or less downhill. I’ve got a 30th to go to next year (assuming we have one), and I might just give it a pass.
Yeah Ron, I went to my 10 year reunion last year. I sat there, laughing at the people I hated in high school, drinking their beer, making fun of them, and being the biggest jackassed douche I could to people who I did not like.
Somehow, it was a huge hit.
My suggestion, go there, be yourself, and say fuck them.
How is that any different from your normal behavior, Duncan?
It’s not much different except I was drinking beer that I didn’t pay for. Oh, and the people I was insulting were laughing as I insulted them to their faces in the most vulgar of fashion. I had ratcheted it up past 11 and was going in full on douche mode.
They still liked it. I think the only person who didn’t enjoy me being that much of an ass was my wife, and even she was laughing at half of it.
Wow, that’s impressive. I’m not sure what’s more impressive, douche up to 11, that they liked it, or that you got free beer.
Personally, I was happy with the free beer part, and the part where instead of being quiet and aloof from the fuckers like I did in High School, I was uber douche. I can’t wait for the 20 year reunion where I can tell them one and all that they are fat, bald, failures of life again!