Insanity Crash: Friends or Foes - Those we once hated, now we meet.

On Saturday I went out for food and beer with friends of old that some of which I had not seen in ages. Hazel was feeling under the weather, and still is, almost a week later, so she was in not a mood for dancing and banter, but kept face, staying out for a few hours while she shivered and complained instead of doing the clearly obvious thing of just packing it in and going home to bed. She eventually did this, but didn’t help her self the next night staying up to 5am watch the Oscars live. Don’t ask…

But rewind back to Saturday night for this post, as it concerns a night out. After I sent Hazel packing, I went back to the pub to chat with the fellows left; Steve, Lyndsey, Abby, Louise and Rebecca. Saleem was also there, but his guest appearance in this blog is not of consequence, and also, he probably doesn’t want to be name checked here anyway. If I need to refer to him in anyway after this sentence, it will be as his preferred pseudonym “Proflax”. Again, don’t ask…

We headed to ABC, but after queuing for a while we were turned away at the door for being too large a group. There goes the chance of creating a sequel to last years debauchery. With no Hyder present we had no villain for the night. Proflax (damn) left early, grabbing a taxi home.

So, we went to The Classrooms, the new name for Guru, the newish name for Blanket, the newishish name for Bed. I don’t know what I expected – I hated Blanket and never went to Guru in any case, so my expectations were unknown. Instantly I was very disappointed with the décor, which was exactly the same as Blanket had been. Also, the “music” was awful, a bad mix of R&B and student “classics”, the kind of which students pretend to like because the first time they went to a club aged 17 they heard everyone else screaming when Summer of ’69 came on and followed suit. The more people who take up the annoying trait the further ingrained the ritual will become into the student psyche.

In anycase, all this long preamble serves as a literary example of boring the night had been after we had entered the club – it was okay, but I think my clubbing scene gene has ended the moment I went to Aberdeen; there is nothing like clubbing in Aberdeen to put someone off for life. I needed beer to save the night, and that was not forthcoming being over priced and generally shite.

Then the spot of the night was made: Old School Friends. Wait. Replace “friends” with “bullies” and you are closer to the truth. From previous posts you may think that you already have a good idea of what school was like for me, and you would be right, you do. The members of our school who were there that night were the “cool” kids, the “too-cool-for-school” crew – a defining moment in my youth is when a travelling theatre group did a play about bullying, and stopped mid act to comment on “those at the back who think they are too cool to be here, I have a newsflash. You are not. Get over it”.

At what point in life do you burry the hatchet? We are peers now, not two cliques at a high school. We have all grown-up, gotten older, became young men and women, and have the potential to have a good time together, away from the confines of our groups and preset conceptions of how to react to them.

I could’ve been the bigger man and gone up and said hello to them. But I didn’t. These are my reasons:
1 – Would they remember me? Worrying as it may seem (and hard to believe) but I was quite anonymous at school – the only reason teachers would remember me is that I went out with Hazel and that my sister was more liked than I ever was.
2 – Would they recognise me? This is the most obvious one – I am bigger, heavier, hairier and wear glasses, which equates to the perfect disguise. I suppose a cursory glace at my Bebo page would rule that one out.
3 – Most importantly, would it be of any point? I am passed those days that I want to be friends with them. From 1st year to 3rd year I would have killed to be part of the groups they worked in, but now I glad I didn’t, as the friends I have came out on the other side with are both excellent and perfect for me.

Also, these are the folks who really did make our lives hell at school – occasionally, in the later years they were tolerable, but that was because they began to see what we were, the people who would end up doing well, degrees and suchlike. They wanted us to help them and teach them when the homeworks were sent out.

In hindsight, after the night, I reliased that the only reason I would have really went over would have been curiousity, to see where they had got to with their results and their life paths. I also imagine that it would be to brag about myself have been, in the modest way I can, successful to an extent. Would this make me as bad as they were at school?

I am over analysing this by a long shot. Would you have said “Hello”?