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It is amazing how you carry stuff from childhood around with you.
I ran into a clique that used to fuck with me at a birthday party 5 or 7 years after graduating and I was furious and wanted to kill them for the first two or three hours.
It turns out they didn't even remember picking on me. I decided to let my anger go and we all got drunk and had a good time.
Also, a lot of my friends do not remember people being as bad to me as I remember it. Funny how that works ... all of that internalizing stuff.
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