My Name is Kris and I Blah-g

An old friend contacted me on Facebook today. It was good to hear from her. I haven’t spoken with her in nearly 20 years. We were pretty good pals in Junior High and High School and she was probably one of my better friends at church – I didn’t have many. With the exception of early morning seminary and temple pageant, I didn’t enjoy church at all when I was a teenager. It’s a painful memory and one I should get over. I suppose I have to some degree but the sting of what things were like back then is still a fresh memory. But that being said, for a fellow church-girl, this friend of mine was tops. She was genuine and kind and I appreciated her friendship. Good to hear from you again, friend. Since I reconnected with her I perused a little on Facebook and found many familiar faces who all look pretty much how I remembered them from years ago. It’s hard to comprehend that it’ll be TWENTY YEARS next year. That boggles my mind. It’s also good to see from the comments they leave that all the BS that occured back in high school seems to have been left behind. Maybe it’s maturity. I dunno. But it makes the notion of perhaps attending a reunion next year seem plausible.