Where you don't want to meet people you haven't seen in years.

I mostly done with the hospital story, but a funny thing happened right as I was about to be released. I was laying on the bed dying to go home, and this girl walks by that I used to be friends with in high school. Well maybe more like junior high, but either way its been awhile. I have to think to my self good lord you must be joking. Clearly she was not, as she said my name loudly and cheerfully walking into the room uninvited. I know my mom is reading this thinking you're such a crabby bitch, and well I'm sure thats more than fair in most cases who really wants to meet someone from their past in the hospital? And then on top of it do they need to be cheerful, semi-stay at home moms that I have nothing in common with, who only work because they are bored.
This, this is not something I'm capable of relating too. I don't understand overwhelming cheerfulness to start with. Whether its fake or not is just seems so fake, and creepy. I don't get all excited to see how people are doing in their lives. If that makes me a bad person I really don't care. Then she proceeded to tell me that our high school reunion was actually last weekend. Good to know, apparently we did have one. She apparently did not go but an older friend of mine, who actually used to live next door to me, did so she felt the need to tell me all about it. Or mostly about how there were lots of people who were married and didn't have kids. This actually makes the conversation more awkward since I do not really understand why this is important. Is it some convoluted way to make me "feel good" about not being married and having kids.
Why is not a person's first thought that one could be happy with the way their life is? I know I didn't really have a lot to say, but I was in the hospital, so can one really blame me. That and I do admit to a good deal of thinking, "this really isn't happening to me is it?" Of course it was and it did. It was weird and well just weird. I don't like happy people, this is what this story teaches me. At least not those overwhelmingly happy happy people with children.
The only other two times I've ran into people I went to school with was at the courthouse for the stupid ticket I got last January for my accident, and at like 7am at the starbucks down the street from my apartment in the city. And to think I worried about meeting people in a bar when I'm around my parents house. I just can't wait to meet the next person, so I can revel in whatever uncomfortable position I will find myself in.