"Nah, I wouldn't go. On second thought, yes, I would go. It's probably the only time that all of the people I really hate will be gathered together at the same place - and I can finally blow them all up."
- A quote from my twin sister when I asked her if she would go to our High School Reunion
Now before you run to the police station and accuse my (obviously very bitter) sister of attempted terrorism - I just want to say - she's only kidding. She's a proud mother of two and isn't going to ruin her life (or anybody else's) by blowing up our High School class. But she pretty much sums up how a lot of people feel about going to their H.S. reunion. As you have probably already guessed, my reunion has rolled around. *It's been 10 years already?!* And a bunch of memories have been flooding back into my mind. Being nerdy for two years. Coming into my own for the next two years. Making new friends and being terrorized by new enemies. Situations that I wish I could do over and things that I'm glad I did right the first time. The blood, the sweat and of course the gallons and gallons of tears. (Sidenote: Regardless of everything I've said, I will take the worst of my H.S. years over my best day of Middle School any day. Middle School is a hell that no human being should ever have to experience.)
So I'm trying to figure out if I should go. Why? I have no idea. I only had 3 real friends in H.S. and I have hung out with 2 of them pretty much since the day I graduated. There's really nobody else on my radar - and I doubt that I'm on anyone's radar, either.
Sidenote:
Actually, me and my sis argued about this a little. She says that people will be expecting - even hoping - that we show up. And ironically, within 5 minutes, I received an email from the President of our class saying she especially wanted me there because we belonged to the same sorority. I was surprised and horrified at the same time. (And yes, I joined a sorority in college. Why? Because deep down inside, I'm a glutton for punishment, lol.) So one might argue that my sister is right, but I think people have more of a fleeting Facebook interest in me. For example, a couple of months ago, I received a friend invitation from a girl I went to school with (she was my neighbor for years and one of the rare people that was nice to me in middle school) and she asked me what I was doing with my life and extended a few pleasantries. I accepted her invitation and told her what I was doing and asked her the same thing but received no response. In fact, I just found out two days ago that she'd deleted me from her friend's list. So I guess it was a quick and nosey way of seeing what I was doing but nothing beyond that. And to be honest, I'm not upset or surprised. That's what Facebook is about.
End of Sidenote :-)
I would be lying if I said there's not a part of me that wants to go back and "dazzle" everyone with my new-found confidence and "great dressing" ability and impressive resume (that still won't land me a job in my field - but nobody has to know all that! ;-). But I know this idea would only work in the imaginary world of a 15 year old, desperate for acceptance. In reality, it would be like getting all gussied up to go to Spain and run with the bulls. It's only "fun" in theory. In reality, it's a dangerous blood sport that leaves the dead and injured in its wake and the only real joy is making it out alive. LOL - I'm being extra. Let me reel this back in . . .
Moral to Story:
It's really not that serious. I was a weirdo in school, but now I've grown into a (still weird) but hot swan - if I do say so myself - and I didn't really like the people that I went to school with. If I went, essentially, I would be paying 30 bucks to hang around a bunch of people that I would have paid millions of dollars to get away from 10 years ago. I wish them all the best, and I'm sure I'll be be seeing pictures of those folks on "the book."
On a lighter note, here's what it would look like if I went to my H.S. reunion . . .
(CLASSIC!)
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