I’ve certainly had the “whoa, weirdness” feeling when catching up (even by lurking) with the people who knew you when, but Taffy Brodesser-Akner’s flashbacks have apparently been rather traumatizing. I can’t say the junior high (or middle school, or however you identify that epoch from 12 to 14) was the highlight of my life, but I never had anyone dump yogurt on my head or spread vicious rumors about me.
That said, we all know that young people can be cruel, nasty little pieces of work to each other. In today’s thread, I’d love to see either a vivid portrait of your junior high self (and how you have or haven’t changed, other than the obvious stuff), a tale of adolescent horror, or your experiences dealing with friends and/or “friends” that you lost track of and only reconnected with due to social media. Have you used FB (or school reunions or whathaveyou) to borrow Brodesser-Akner’s phrase: ” put [your] life’s ugliest social chapter to rest”?
I wish I had a good story for this one, but I was a “gifted” but not heinously self-conscious spelling-bee nerd. I had big bangs, but no Guess? jeans. I lived in an OK neighborhood, but I wasn’t super-pretty. I passed notes, but I never got those “secret admirer” candy canes at Christmas. I didn’t qualify for the “popular group” (really, that’s what we called them), but I had plenty of friends and typically awkward interactions with boys I was sweet on. For me, junior high was one part “normal” life, one part benign neglect.
This is late getting up today, so I’ll chime in regarding The Facebook Effect in comments.
Were you Queen of the Cafeteria? A neo-maxi-zoom-dweebie? Could John Hughes have filmed your life? Bring it! Or I will SO sleep over at Lisa’s on Friday.