It’s a slippery slope to revisit/rekindle childish childhood “friendships” to feel better about your younger self. But via Facebook? These bullies haven’t grown much past using a trojan horse instead of harsh words. Cowards.

As a former shy fat kid, first in our class with braces, almost first with acne, worthy of first place for my 7th grade b.o., I was easily ostracized and continually targeted since transferring there in 2nd grade. High school couldn’t come fast enough. Why would I seek or accept a friend request from anyone in the “in” clique of that class? To assuage their adult guilt? Definitely not for my benefit.

After attending not one but two informal class reunions (27th and 28th years after 8th grade), and continuing the email strings for just a few months more, the best I get out of them today is an enhanced memory of good and bad things.

I’d much rather live in the present, touch on the recent past with current friends like IVA, and laugh at my insecurities overcome.