not here to help, only to observe and pass judgment

I was crafting what I believed to be an eloquent – if not condescendingly verbose – reaction to the outrage at Pope Benedict’s remarks about Islam when I my regularly scheduled program was interrupted by a MySpace invitation to my high school class reunion.

I checked out the different sources for information on this reunion and I have come to the conclusion that Donald Rumsfeld is planning my class reunion. They cannot hide the terrible planning, lack of organization, and lets not forget that once we all get to our target location there will be nothing to do.

I could go to a bad High School football game and the Village Inn without even leaving Phoenix. Why would I go all the way to Kentucky to miss-spend my weekend being bored? I moved to the desert on and with purpose and the last thing I want to do is go all the way to a northern state in the winter with no clear objective as to an activity.

I also could not justify spending nearly one thousand dollars traveling up there to attend festivities with people who were either too cool to talk to me and I would not have given the time of day to. It just seems absurd to me.

Not unlike High School, I already had plans with Jeremy to do something and had a hard time not saying, “I wouldn’t have hung out with you in High School, ten years hasn’t changed that” but ten years has taught me not to be an asshole every time I feel like it and sometimes some things are better left unsaid. The poor girl who had sad duty to invite me probably does not want me there anymore than I want to go but I doubt she remembers me at all – few people would – she did not even spell my name right.