There was this girl I went to high school with. Beautiful. Popular. The world was her oyster. Shortly after graduation, she became a Playboy playmate of the month. Had it all going for her.
Fast forward 20 years. She's a drunk junkie, living in a trailer park. Arrested twice this year. DUI. Drug Possession. Theft. Disorderly Conduct. She is the world's whipping boy. (Err… girl.)
Me? In high school, I was a nerd. Not many friends, kept to myself. Rebellious and weird. After graduation I went into a long bit of drifting. No focus. No direction, Going nowhere.
Fast forward 20 years. I've built a good, if unreliable career. Always ultimately forward, regardless of any occasional backwards turns. A small but great group of friends. The best I've ever been fortunate enough to have. Little to complain about. (Not that that stops me from doing so anyway.)
“The only certainty is that change can't be denied.”
It's strange. Part of me wants to try and reach out and help the person who, 20 years ago, wouldn't have deigned to even acknowledge my existence, let alone actually speak to me. Stranger still, I suspect that attitude hasn't changed much.
Some things never change.