Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Flight Attendant

When I was
A little baby
A mamma's boy
No one could save me

From those kids at school
They would bully
They would tease
They would taunt me
Haunt me

"You're such a pretty boy"
"You're such a pretty boy"
"You're such a pretty boy"
"You're such a pretty boy"

Fear
I grew up so scared
The bible belt
Redneck lifestyle

One day I'll fly free
In the airplanes
"Where's my seat?
Where's my champagne?"
Champagne...

I'm such a pretty boy
I'm such a pretty boy
I'm such a pretty boy
I'm such a pretty boy

Heaven knows the lengths I'd go
To please them every day
They don't even notice when I'm
Down

Such a pretty boy
Such a pretty boy
Such a pretty boy
I'm such a pretty boy

Hotels were closed
And the airport was clean
I was stranded alone
In my southwest dream

Hotels were closed
And the airport was clean
I was stranded alone
In my southwest dream

I love this song, and it is not just because it's got a great tune. It speaks to me. I was that kid in school. I was always that kid in school. I'm always trying to put it behind me... but some baggage just doesn't go away. It may lighten for a while but it rears it's ugly head again from time to time. I don't know why. Certainly my tormentors have no recall of the torturing. I find it ironic that far too many of them have become my friends on Facebook despite having run the range from totally ignoring my presence (they knew who I was but I was in the Untouchable Caste) to being outright abusive, but memory for them is so different.

Oh, the irony.

The 25 year graduation anniversary is coming up but while I don't mind the "friendships" on Facebook, I do mind paying something crazy like $250 to see them in person. It isn't worth it except for the smallest percentage, really. Let's be honest - why do most people go to their reunions? Two reasons: they are stuck in that time period because the best years of their lives where then (which is really sad) or they are there to one-up everyone. Outside of that...

Does that make me cynical? I think it makes me realistic.

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