xbox live 11.14.02

I was walking to class today when I heard someone yell "Jon!" I turned around and was surprised to see Tiffany Fu from high school.

Tif. An old friend.

"Jon Yu! I haven't seen you in such a long time!"

And my social anxiety disorder kicks in right about…now.


[awkward pause]

Jon, you spent all of senior year conspiring with her to fuck up the yearbook. It's not like you guys don't know each other. Say something! Be friendly!

"Um… So what are you doing at UCLA?"

"Oh I have a dance performance…"

Gotta be friendly…gotta be friendly… Friendly! Friendly! Friendly!

"…I'm a member of this troupe…"

Oh who am I kidding? I don't have anything worthwhile to say to her. I haven't spoken with her in three years!

"…but I have to go back to San Diego tonight."

[awkward pause]

"Cool. Well, I gotta get to class. Nice meeting, er, seeing you again. Bye!"

[Jon runs off]

Old friends — what an oxymoron. Sooner or later, everyone you know becomes foreign to you.

Senior year, I resolved to disappear after high school. I went outta my way to prevent myself from appearing in my senior yearbook. If you look up my name in its index, I appear only on page DNE. I never took senior photos. I don't appear on any graduation ceremony videotape recordings. The MVHS lit mag from spring 2000 says that I passed away the day after graduation. I rarely (if ever) talk to people I knew in high school anymore.

However, I fear that while I have tried to erase me from memory, other people have not, and that's a scary thought.

Nothing like feeling alone amongst friends.

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