Almost everybody I graduated with in high school have such predictable lives. We are only 26/27 years old. But their lives are so predictable. They either have babies, pregnant, married, got baby mamas/baby daddies, work jobs and take care of their kids, going to the clubs on the weekends, posting pictures of their tattoos on their newly-obese bodies on FB, or they look old as hell like Oil of Olay doesn’t exist in their lives.
I don’t want to see anybody at the HS reunion next year. Hell no. I see you all on Facebook. They are all hideous and still the same ridiculous people from high school—so I won’t be missing anything. My friends that I still connect with are the closest I have to a reunion.
Thank God I still have my youthful looks and zero babies or a ball and chain. I have to get out of this dreadful city quick. All there is to look forward to, for a Black woman in Detroit, is a quick marriage, a bunch of kids, a baby daddy and weight gain of 100+ pounds—are all aforementioned. Ugh.