As if my ongoing mid-life crisis wasn't bad enough, look at what I just got in the mail:
I do believe that everyone should attend a high school reunion, at least once. But I did that: I went to the 10-year, weighing less than I did when I graduated and able to boast about a glamorous job. And I went to the 20-year, when I was feeling less smug about myself.
The most memorable thing about the 20-year was how a former classmate stalked me ... So she could apologize for some mean things had actually been long forgotten.
The thing about high school reunions (and just about any meeting with someone from my past) is that after all these years, it's just a bunch of people whose only thing in common is that they once went through hell together.
It's not that I have no good memories of high school; I have a few and I look back at some of those people with great fondness. But most of us are not the same people we were then (thank goodness). I have managed to stay in touch with a few of my high school friends, and have wondered about others. But whenever someone from that time makes contact, once we have satisfied our curiosity about one another, there is usually very little to say.
So chances are, I'll be busy doing something else next year. And that's OK.
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