Thank you 130 for saying what I was thinking. I also had few friends in high school and was bullied. Now I am successful and have a very influential job and the most amazing thing about it is how many revisionist historians I hear from. I would estimate that I hear from some asshole from high school about once a month. In each case this person was someone who shit all over me. In each case they pretend we were pals and ask me for an enormous favor, like creating a job for them or their kid. In each case I remind them of every shitty thing they did to me then tell them to **** off. Only one person actually sincerely apologized. The rest of them pretended to apologize hoping I would still do them the favor. Most of them seem surprised. Either ******** on me was such a small part of their day that they don't remember it or thought I was so desperate to be in their crowd that I'd jump at the chance to do them a favor years after the fact. Many of them, who were kings and queens of the campus, amounted to nothing. They are the people for whom the best part of life ended when they were handed their high school diploma. I would feel sorry for them if they hadn't beaten me, ripped my clothes (with me still in them), spread lies about me, damaged my car multiple times and crank called my house, resulting in my dad nearly beating me to death because he figured the crank calls were retaliation for something I did. Don't worry about not fitting in with the assholes who are going nowhere.