Youthfull folly

I'm contemplating my sheltered youth today. I can vaguely remember there being some rumblings between parents at the end of seventh grade because of an impossible walking distance (I say impossible, but what I really mean is riddled with cars, profusely spewing out their deadly ghost-sperm impregnating our young bodies with carcinoma and other malignant bastards, too long to walk, too short a distance for the state to pay for our bus fares.), the fact that my class was to be cruelly ramified between two schools and some talk of drugs a.k.a devil worship that would suck us into a world of malevolent folly, hi jinx and jubilance.

It didn't...

I had the best grades of my academic career, was insanely awkward and uncomfortable around other people and generally had a bit of a bad time during 8th grade. Got better as the years went by and I slowly regained control of my limbs! Never even met a drug addict. I might have been weird and wore clothes 5 sizes too big... that I inherited from my cousins... I found a pair of old sneakers in my closet size 45(!?!?!) I WORE THOSE! "You'll need something to grow into" was what my mother said. I think she had a thing for Goofy and wanted me to look like him for her amusement.

The reason for this ponderment is that I just finished watching The Inbetweener and I have earlier experienced the magic of Skins. Insanity, I feel like a privileged indoor cat with one of those insane pet castles, being fed grapes by adoring eunuchs with a bell to ring whenever I might need my belly scratched compared to those kids. I would not have lasted long in a British school.
Skins, good lord they profoundly shake my very essence and redouble my convictions of not having children!
And The Inbetweeners enhance the love I have for my parents and the fact that they stayed married and NEVER moved!

Hare Krishna

Siren