I never understand why people get frustrated that I won’t go to any high school reunions--particularly people who know that I didn’t enjoy high school.  I still keep in touch with a handful of awesome people from that time, and that suits me fine.  The rest--I wish them well, but I’m not interested in going to a party with them.

“But you get to see all the people,” they say.

Well, obviously, if I liked the people, I would have liked high school. It wasn’t as though I had an issue with the buildings and the landscaping.

“But you get to see how they’ve changed.”

And I’m like, are people going to be saying these same things to former prisoners from Abu Ghraib fifteen years from now?

“I’m organizing an Abu Ghraib reunion!  You just have to go; you’ll get to see everyone you miss!”

“I don’t miss anyone. It was years of detention and torture.”

“But you get to reminisce about old times!  People will bring old pictures of everyone being stacked up on top of each other!  I know Amahl is bringing a waterboard--remember when that was trendy?”