The New M.E. Generation











‘I also remember your forward sense of humor. I liked that very much.’

I had a sense of humor and he liked it? Since when?

Being in high school was a difficult time for me. Not only was I dealing with the normal issues of a teenager (like, am I smart enough? Am I pretty? What am I going to do with my life after graduating?), my personal life at home was not a nice one.

So where was I getting this humor from and why was I displaying it with him? What was it about him that gave me the confidence to say whatever I felt like?

Maybe I was trying too much to get his attention (probably). I remember him being so serious that perhaps I was trying for him to loosen up.

Or, without realizing it, I had found a harmless way to vent or show a side of me I didn’t knew it existed.

Another reason could be that I was hanging out at the beach. The blue sky, water, and sand, getting a nice tan, can have a positive effect on anyone.

And in true Las Vegas style, whatever you did and said, stayed there. (Weren’t those days before social media just wonderful?)

But, my question is, did the ‘beach guy’ had an equally sense of humor as mine? I have no recollection on that.

I’ll blame it on his great bathing suit body and awesome tan he always had.

Well, hey, at least give me credit that some of my memories didn’t sink at the bottom of the ocean.

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“I’m glad you remember me being cheerful when I was trying to get your attention because I sort of had a crush on you,” wrote I. “My memory is that you basically ignored me.”

“Let’s get one thing straight; you did have a crush on me, and I actually looked forward to seeing you around school,” replied he.

How embarrassing, I was that obvious!

“All right, all right, I admit it; I had a crush on you,” said I. Strange, though, how different we both remember things. For me it was more seeing you sitting at your desk studying.”

“Yes, I was focused on my work and still am with that.”

Yes you were. Sometimes I sat next to you to talk to you but your attention was in your books.

“At least one of us got their lives figured out. Yours is what I wish for.”

“Well, things always look greener on the other side and I wouldn’t have my life any other way from what it is. But you shouldn’t feel bad about yours. Keep up the faith; you never know when things turn around for you. You have to believe on that,” replied he.

Believe in it? What do I actually believe on?



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