"Hey, Mario. I can't believe it's you! You remember me?" "No."

When you meet up with an old friend for the first time in years, it's a nice thing. You them realize that the person has changed a lot since you last saw them and didn't recognize them off the bat. But they for some reason remember you. Maybe you didn't change that much during the years or something else. But it's always nice to see old friends again for the first time in years.

As for me, I get really freaked out whenever somebody recognizes me from years gone by and I just say you must have the wrong person and beat a hasty retreat. Mainly because I hated my school days and I don't want to see any of those people for the rest of my life. I get very uneasy when I cross paths with people from my school days and they just recognize me out of the blue. From the few pictures that were taken of me back then and compare them to a recent one, I haven't changed much. Just a different pair of glasses and certain clothes. As for the people from school they have probably changed a lot, so I won't recognize them unless they say their name. But when they remember me, I don't want to be near them so I just hastily retreat.

Now why is that? Like I said, I had a hard time in school. I was bullied so much and I hated school and everything about it. To me, school was like a Nazi concentration camp. I made a vow to myself years ago that I would never want to see ANYBODY from my school days as long as I was alive. Not even at reunions. Screw that. I don't even want to see any old teachers from my school days, but I bet that most of them are retired by now.

The real reason for this blog was that a couple of weeks ago, I was in a Wal-Mart getting some razor blades with the gift card I got from my brother. As I got the blades I usually use for shaving, I headed for the Doritos when somebody calls out to me wondering what I was doing. I looked and I saw this elderly gentleman with I think was his grandson. He then asked me if I remembered him. Since I had no real recollection of this person, I just shook my head no. He then asks if he ever remembered me and I answered no. I honestly DID NOT know who this guy was. So, he and his grandkid walked off and I quickly got away when he then asked me where my Mom was. Okay, where did that come from and where does my Mom fit into this? I hid out in some aisles for a bit and saw that he was gone.

Thank God.

I get real nervous when somebody from my past comes by. I honestly do not remember who that person that knows me. They are complete strangers to me. If I was in contact with that person all those years like I am with a few handpicked friends of mine, then that wouldn't be a problem.

I just needed to get this off my chest.

I completely understand how you feel. I dont like it when people I dont remember approach me and insist that they remember me.

I dont remember people who I didnt form any sort of bond with (be it friendship or better). Additionally, I dont remember people whom I didnt see on a regular enough basis that I cant help but build some sort of friendship.

I also understand the pain of being bullied in school. I was bullied all the way up into High School. (I was lucky, my tormentors got tired of picking on me because I developed the proverbial thick skin.)

I didn't mind of knowing someone back in the day. I just wished it happened to me more often. There are a lot of people I know I would love to see again. And if I see them and they remember me I will be so happy. I would walk up to them and catch up on old times. So it is the opposite for me.

But I do understand what you are coming from.