My old college trunk/It's a good thing I was a lonely child

I didn't know what to title this posting. In a nutshell (as it's late, plus i'm distracted by my 637th viewing of a certain THREE'S COMPANY episode), I needed something to put this mammoth desktop computer on besides my kitchen chair...rummaged through the parents' house...found my old college trunk...it's PERFECT, just ungodly ideal...can't believe it was so easy to find something. SO...I get it home, then start thinking about college...then start thinking about all the friends I don't see anymore...and how it angers me that some make zero effort to remain consistently in touch...so i'm sad and angry at once...but then I think, well, I'M busy and self-absorbed and don't even have a spouse and child to use as an excuse, so I cut them some slack. SOME. And then I think how I was well-trained from a very young age to enjoy my own company, so it's probably served me well as an adult. Me trying to put a rosy spin on things again. It's true, though. In the middle of all this, there was a story on NYC news...not Oklahoma, not central Pennsylvania...about a big high school football game at the Meadowlands tonight between 2 teams from the same town -- Wayne -- fighting for the state championship...which explained the massive traffic and POLICE ESCORT for schoolbuses I saw on Rt. 3 as I drove home. NYC news usually doesn't cover HIGH SCHOOL sports, but I digress. But when I saw this on the news -- and I'll likely be accused of being bitter and crabby and resentful for saying this -- I just thought, how pathetic...THIS will be the highlight of many of these kids' lives...all downhill from 16, 17 on. Not all of them, of course, but some. Yes, I hated high school...is it obvious? Even though it got progressively better, i'd NEVER go back. EVER. And I can't stand 16-year-olds with perfect little lives. It's why I canNOT get into FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS. Sorry, not into kissing the asses of privileged, genetically-lucky, and athletically-gifted teens...though it's immensely gratifying when they're bloated messes with an unplanned child by 25. Wow, all this from a TRUNK...for a computer. It again shows the fascinating way the mind works...the Trigger Effect, if you will. It also shows how a gawky, insecure 18-year-old CAN still become the cocksure, smartass motherfucker (with an enviable bod -- sorry, couldn't resist) they always dreamed of. If only I could learn to throw a football...