Uncool again!

So it was the great idea of IJ Class of 19XX to hook up on Facebook, rather than email, because it's a more interesting medium blah blah blah. Sure, I can subscribe to that. But what I didn't realise is everyone is going to carry on like we're all still 15 and a half. If yet another person send me a virtual hug, a virtual drink, a virtual soft toy, a virtual flower.... I am going to punch them. And not virtually.

Ok. Cranky me. If you want dancing under the rainbow, singing songs and holding hands like smurfs, it's my sister you should be looking for.

Anyway, that was phase 1. Now everyone is putting up photos of all of ourselves, back in the day, and I'm forcibly reminded every other day that I used to be a real geek. And that I could possibly be the only person that went through the ugly awkward railroad track braces phase. Also possibly the only person who used to wear orange leg warmers to class parties but that's another story I'm never going to tell.

Having been forced to confront photos of all the popular girls in my class (now available online 24/7!) I find myself remembering all the things I hated about that embarrassing gawky painfully awkward phase. Mainly the very obvious lack of any male admirers whatsoever (including a couple of guys who ran for the hills once I indicated interest) and the couple of incredibly horrifying moments when another girl (?!!!!!!!!!!!) would confess a "crush".

Oh God. Am incoherent with horror.