vd can ruin your teen years

I think I’ve finally found a reason to like Facebook. Which is weird, considering it normally pisses me off more than having a front wedgie I can’t dig down and fix in public (you know what I mean, ladies.) I must have done something right yesterday, because I was gifted by the social media gods when my friend ‘liked’ something and it showed up in my news feed. It was a post by the most popular guy in my high school a decade ago. Let’s just say – his life didn’t turn out too pretty. (From now on, I’ll refer to him as VD, which I’m sure he has contracted multiple times by now.)


I wasn’t popular in high school. (I know — not very shocking, right?) Not that I was one of those 18-year-olds that hid in the corner picking their nose with a Spongebob trapper-keeper clutched to my chest or anything – I hovered somewhere in the middle. I kind of just existed. Overshadowed by my two closest friends who were deemed ‘the hottest girls in the school.’ Yep. I was the token ugly friend.  And once my brother graduated and wasn’t there to scare VD anymore – he never let me forget it. I was a force invite to things just because of them and nobody wanted me there. VD made a point to remind me of it daily.

So, when his post popped up, and I was able to go to his profile, it was glorious. I don’t want to be too cruel, here, so I’m just going to say it looks like he got the shit kicked out of him by life. He had a picture posted of his friends surrounding him in a bar, each one much more attractive. He was the ugly friend. He got demoted to the DUFF. How blissfully ironic. Karma’s a bitch, VD. 

Thanks, Life. I owe you one. 

(I actually debated even posting this because it might make me sound like a bitch. I don’t ever judge people on appearance and despise people that do. But that’s what he did to me and it caused a lot of anxiety when I was young. So fuck it. And fuck him.)

142 thoughts on “vd can ruin your teen years

  1. helbergfarmstories says:

    OK – this is from my “mother” side – shame on you! Now from one that has been there and felt that – GOOD FOR YOU! None of us likes to be mean (at least no people I hang out with), it just kinda makes you feel sick inside (if you are a regular good person) – HOWEVER, I also feel some how vindicated when I see “what goes around comes around” come back on someone that hurt me. I just think that is a human response. Now that you have said your peace (and very well done!) Time to get back to that good life you are having now! Congrats!

  2. The V-Pub says:

    I’m surprised that he admitted all of that. Usually, people tend to portray their lives as absolute bliss. 😀 The affirmation of karma is great, and that it’s doled out in proportion is even better. 🙂

  3. fattymccupcakes says:

    I was the “middle child” in high school too. I just “existed” as well. From someone who knows that that is like, I am THRILLED I was never one of the popular people. So many, SO MANY of the people going to parties and being all too cool for school are NOT doing well today. Being a NERD FUCKING WINS. Every.single.time.

  4. itsathought2 says:

    If only we knew how unimportant high school status is to the rest of our lives when we are in high school.

    In my high school there was a pretty strong correlation between popularity and mid 20s implosion. And a huge number of regular and geeky people who blossomed into highly successful humans.

    But there is no way to communicate that to a high schooler. Because when you are in high school, that is the only thing you can experience and it is a terrible experience too often.

  5. Pseudophun says:

    Well of course it turned out that way. It always does. I’ve been hearing horror stories of what happened after high school to everyone my mom and older relatives knew for decades. I found it interesting to learn that the people I was friends with who were popular also hated high school. It’s not a great experience for most people, even if you’re pretty and popular. Fortunately I was dumpy and a grungy goth kid, so no one ever mistook me for liking the high school experience. Lol.

  6. athomasfl says:

    Looked up an old boyfriend on Facebook the other day. When I dated him he was the best looking guy I knew (and knew it too, supremely arrogant). The relationship didn’t end well due to his arrogance. He hasn’t aged well. Made my day.

  7. Justice&Humanity says:

    No! Nobody fuck him! It’s VD! He’ll make you sore in no time. See, it really is the gift that keeps on giving. He just slipped you some material, and it’s all these years later. Don’t worry. Venting is a fine antiviral and antibiotic, whichever he is.

  8. Dr Meg Sorick says:

    Maybe he still thinks he’s cool. Some people never grow out of that high school asshole phase. (Think Biff from Back To the Future) Well, duh on him for proving to the world he’s not! Oh if you could only go back and tell your 17 year old self how it all turns out…

  9. Patt Staples says:

    I saw the kid who used to beat me up back in elementary school out hitch hiking one day (this was years later, when we were seniors in high school). I totally recognized him, but pretended I didn’t and drove on by. I heard through the grapevine that he got fired for being late to his summer job.

  10. Lulu says:

    We reap what we sow…too bad he was such an idiot. Usually, they’re narcissistic people whose infatuation with themselves and their perceived greatness end up making their lives miserable, which is pretty much poetic justice in my book…

  11. mysecretme75 says:

    Fuck VD. Your unwillingness to curb your bitchy response to that douchebag’s sad life, and doing so with what I imagine is your Dr. Evil laugh, makes me like you more….

  12. greg-in-washington says:

    Nothing wrong with posting this. Karma generally has it’s way. I was the scrawny guy with the pocket protector filled with multicolor pens, a leather briefcase for my books, and a sliderule (!) hanging off my belt. (The spell checker does not think “sliderule” is a word!) I ended up building airplanes while the handsome bully jock got fat and is selling used cars. Too bad for him, I don’t buy used cars. . . .

  13. nombre de la pluma says:

    If I’d have fit into those tiny lockers they’d have tried to shove me into mine. School sucked and bullies sucked and I sucked up to teachers and bullies and everyone, nearing mastery of the art of manipulation and they STILL bullied me, little fuckers. Including three of the teachers. big fuckers. At least two teachers are either ancient or dead, and all the bullies have fallen off the face of the world to me. I don’t have a fakebook account, so no, you can’t reach out to apologize, not that you’d remember me or what you did, unless you haunt me from your well-deserved cubicles in hell (teachers). And my fellow students, you who flicked at my ears or smacked the back of my head, tripped me in the halls, hit me “on accident” on purpose, fucked up my lunches, laughed at me, and all the other shit, you suck and you’ll always suck, ass holes. Until you learn some compassion. Maybe life will trip you in the hall so your books and papers and shitty little lives will spray out of control everywhere. One can hope you flash back to how you treated me then.

    • Blair (The Shameful Sheep) says:

      Damn… Even the teachers? Assholes. I also think it’s funny when people reach out on social media to apologize for their behavior years ago. It has nothing to do with the person who was bullied. It’s all to feel better about themselves after they treated someone like shit for so long. Pathetic

      • nombre de la pluma says:

        Years ago they didn’t sue the teachers for being ass holes, they blamed the student for whatever went down. Usually it was the kid who got bullied’s fault. Now they sue the teachers for fucking teaching, when their kid who doesn’t give a shit, fails tests, doesn’t turn in assignments, etc., and they go to work for the family business and make millions bullying the underlings who aren’t beneficiaries of nepotism. And the kid who gets bullied wonders if it’s their fault and goes home and either cries or suicides. I contemplated suicide between ages 12 and 16. Thought about it. Planned it a few times. Wrote more than one note. And then chickened out or got interrupted. Never caught, just interrupted. When my daughter came home crying b/c some shithead pinched her butt, I said “First, it’s not your fault, the kid’s a total worthless bag of shit. And second, we’re reporting this. Who was it? She said she didn’t know. And third, next time give a quick, hard, elbow backswing. Go on, practice it.” Little fucker probably has a misogynist dad, or at least, a dad who was a bully when they were in school. Yeah I learned not to put up with that shit, and my kids have been informed, despite school “rules,” they are allowed to defend themselves. If kids can break the rules about bullying, my kids can break the rules about breaking a couple of ribs, or a nose, so they remember not to do that again.

  14. Pooja Abhay says:

    It is normal human response to react the way you did, even though, morally, it sounds like the wrong thing to do. But, we humans are culmination of wrong and right. In fact, the terms wrong and right themselves are relative.

  15. joanna says:

    These arseholes rely on looks to get a free pass. They don’t have brilliant minds as we do – Included that statement is all present company (in case someone decides to hurl a flying turd at me). Ain’t life a bitch.

  16. sarahcrystals says:

    I didn’t see that as you being mean at all! I think most of us have been there. I had a similar moment. One of the most beautiful guys from high school made sure that I knew that I wasn’t rich enough, hot enough or popular enough for him. I saw him in the grocery store one day many years later, he was wearing sweats (unheard of before) and his luscious hair was shaved off (ew)…had the bleeping audacity to stop ME to say hello (as I was walking AWAY) only to brush me off like I stopped HIM!!! Holy crap I wanted to hit him.

  17. bgddyjim says:

    I always judge people on appearance, everybody does, especially the pompous idiots who say we shouldn’t. It’s called instinct, and we’re the only animal dumb enough to ignore it on the whole planet. 😉

  18. heretherebespiders says:

    Hahaha, turnabout is fair play! Be even better if he was the guy who has to clean the septic-tank pumper out at the end of the day.
    It’s about the worst job I could think of. Other than port-a-potty drainer.

  19. Weird Guy With The Dog says:

    OMG! trapper-keeper, I forgot about those! With all the special pockets and snaps to hold all the stupid shit you lost the first week!

  20. mawil1 says:

    Well if after the way he treated you all he gets is you feeling a bit smug and superior rather than all out revenge, then he’s got off lightly. In fact it was really restrained of you not to write ‘what a loser’ or whatever in the comments. But it is evident that you are a mature adult. 😉😄

  21. BipolarOnFire says:

    I LOVE this post!! Karma is a motherfucker, isn’t it? And did you start off the post talking about a Camel Chasm? ‘Cause that’s just so wrong, yet so right! Girl, break some more rules!! Let’s talk about pus! Or…smegma! Keep it coming, it just keeps getting better!!

  22. anthonypandolfo says:

    A guy that used to give me some trouble in middle school, he ended up majoring in psychology. I just think it odd. I doubt he woke up one day and thought, “Mama, get off me; I gots to enrolls in psychiatric school, find out why I’m such a doggone a-hole.”

    This whole issue brings to mind an episode from my all-time favorite television show – “Frasier.” In the episode, Frasier and his brother, who is over visiting, call a plumber to fix a toilet they, themselves, could not fix. When the plumber arrives, Niles recognizes him as a former bully. I’ve pasted the text of their ensuing conversation below. (Love the part about opera plots.)

    Niles: Frasier, you’ve got to get him out of here.
    Frasier: What?
    Niles: That man is not fit to touch your toilet!
    Frasier: Niles, have you been self-medicating again?
    Niles: That was Danny Kreizel.
    Frasier: “Kreizel the Weasel?” How can you be sure, it’s been twenty-
    five years.
    Niles: I’d recognize him anywhere. He bullied me throughout my
    entire childhood!
    Frasier: He certainly didn’t recognize you just now.
    Niles: Well, perhaps that was because he wasn’t sticking my head down
    a toilet and FLUSHING IT! That was his trademark. He called
    it… a swirly.
    Frasier: Niles, you don’t have to remind me of the Kreizel reign of
    terror. I’m quite convinced I can trace my fear of confined
    spaces back to the time when his older brother Billy shoved me
    into a locker, wearing a girl’s field hockey uniform!
    Niles: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to deny you your pain.
    Frasier: Thank you.
    Niles: [back to his own pain] I can still hear the laughter,
    and Kreizel’s mocking voice as he’d hoist me over the bowl.
    “Hold your breath, Jocko!” Then the crowd would start its
    awful chant. “There goes Crane, Down the Drain!” [starts to
    bow over the armchair] “There goes Crane, Down the…”
    Frasier: NILES! Niles, get a hold of yourself! Stop it! Stop, stop.
    It’s all right. You’re no longer an awkward teenager, you’re
    a renowned psychiatrist. Danny Kreizel may have won a battle
    or two back in junior high, but that’s where he peaked. You
    won the war. You know the expression, “Living well is the
    best revenge”?
    Niles: It’s a wonderful expression. Just don’t know how true it is.
    Don’t see it turning up in a lot of opera plots. “Ludwig,
    maddened by the poisoning of his entire family, wreaks
    vengeance on Gunther in the third act by living well.”
    Frasier: All right, Niles. [heads into the kitchen]
    Niles: [follows him] “Whereupon Woton, upon discovering his
    deception, wreaks vengeance on Gunther in the third act
    again by living even better than the Duke.”
    Frasier: Oh, all right!

    Season 2, Episode 11: Seat of Power (on Netflix)

  23. Chris Karl says:

    I can totally relate to the “existing” somewhere in the middle of the pack in high school – that’s where I was and for whatever reason, I always felt a little different than everybody else, like I kind of saw the world as an insecure place to exist altogether…I am also really a nerd at heart, even though I’m tatted up and fight the ugly disease of alcoholism on a daily basis — writing is my absolute passion, it’s like a form of therapy and expression and creativity all at once – words can be pretty powerful, and for an introverted guy like myself, its a way I can comfortably express what I am going through. Thanks for checking out my blog periodically, I certainly enjoy your interesting take on life.

  24. bonnev659 says:

    middle school and high school can be a tough times… i was never the most popular but I got respected from my most of my classmates.

    but i have to say that picture is pretty funny and sad too

  25. Cookie says:

    I think being popular in high school can almost be a curse…..most of the kids i knew who were total losers during those teen years are now super interesting successful people. The others….well, age may just be a number but sometimes that number can be a real bitch.

  26. Majella Boland says:

    My teenage years were tough too, like you say i existed, so i totally get this blog….. I no longer exist now, had years of that.. with age comes wisdom or madness, not sure now. But i don’t care what anyone thinks about me, and i am out there totally living it up…….the kids are so used to me being the embarrassing mum, that they no longer mind. And think that i am cool…. being cool in a 23, 14 and 12 year olds eyes, is pretty damn amazing…..

    • Blair (The Shameful Sheep) says:

      Agreed! Aging helps. I really don’t care what people think now. I say what I think. Life is too short pretending to be someone you’re not and giving a shit about other people’s opinions haha. I’m glad your kids think you’re cool. That’s a rare feat! 🙂

  27. Sara McDaren says:

    I’ve done similar.

    I was picked on a lot in grammar school. Then I moved a neighborhood away, got really pretty and curvy with a great ass (I’m speaking objectively here, LOL) and when I ran into those jerks I used to know and they tried to speak to me, I’d pretend I didn’t know them. “Have we met?” “I’m sorry, I don’t remember.” “Vaguely. Were you the one with the unibrow?”

    Those days were a long time ago now and that pain doesn’t touch me anymore – I truly wish them well. I wish you that kind of peace.

  28. chattykerry says:

    Schadenfreude is so enjoyable or Karma! I went to a school reunion when I was 42 and it was quite an eye-opener. The Geeks were high powered doctors and researchers, one of the many bullies was a prosecutor, the other a policewoman. I was nonplussed that everyone recognized me since I had left school with dark curly hair and now had straight blonde ‘Jennifer” hair.

  29. diaryofachigirl says:

    This is too funny. I know we are taught when we grow up that we should forgive and forget, not judge, and all that mature stuff but when Karma gives you a present like this, it’d be rude not to open it up.

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