>be me, in 1995....
>Socially Awkward in High School, about to grad.
>have friends, but not connected to go to "the Party".
>Pushed to the outside
>Focused my energy in books, academics, working hard, making money, travelling, experience life outside "the Party", lost my virginity in a MFF 3way with two Italian backpackers.
>Went to college, STEM
>Got a career, worked my way up the chain
>got the salary, the house, still travel
>in an open relationship with a girl, and no talk about marriage (been thinking about it, but still too young).
>Today
>High School reunion
>Over-hearing stories of former classmates.
>Some are in jail for drugs and petty crime, some are dead for using their drugs.
>Those that are fucked for life, were the "High School popular kids".
>Same kids who rejected me from "the Party", back in the day. And we known for using those drugs then.
Recently reads local articles about the Meth/Fentynal/Opioid crisis. And how local leaders want to burn through taxpayers money on free-injections sites, and rehab...other social projects that come out of my pocket.
When asked directly for support, or on Facebook leaving comments, I give them a hard "no" and reasons that often include entropy. I honestly see no reason to help these people, at all. I would rather see my taxes hire a body disposal expert, straight out of India, and let the bodies literally hit the floor......
And yet, I'm the monster ("because that's someone child you're ignoring"). Sure, maybe I'm jaded that I was never invited to "the party", but that doesn't make me wrong. Getting pushed to the outside, focusing my energy on being a productive, taxpaying member of proper society,....and I'm being told I have to give a shit about those who pushed me away?