Friday, October 6, 2017

High School Reunion

This coming weekend is my 10 year high school reunion. That statement alone brought up one of two possible thoughts or sentiments for you:  "Damn, she's old!" or "Damn, I'm old!" Whichever it is, I am sure you "haven't changed a bit!"

There has been talk on Facebook for months about planning the reunion. Things like where it'll be, who's so excited to come, who can't make it, etc and I'm just stalking everyone's page because 90% of them, I have no freaking idea who they are. I decided very early on "I wasn't going to make it." I haven't made some big announcement on the fact because I am sure not one single person there cares.

While there are dozens of different cliques in high school, there wasn't a single one where I fit. And that's ok. Because they were all little bitches, even the super nice, loving, Christian we read the Bible at our lunch table every day people. One year, I remember trying to fit in wherever I could without having to smoke pot or something stupid and the only place I was welcome was at these two rednecks table because they wanted me to take up a seat so someone else wouldn't sit there. It was a mutually beneficial agreement we had and we ended up kinda sorta being friends - which consisted of a nod in the hallway between 2nd and 3rd period.

Like everyone, I was trying to find myself and figure out who the hell I was while not depending on the other 'just as clueless' KIDS to tell me. Thankfully, I made it out alive, sane, and with somewhat of an understanding that what happens in high school, stays in high school (mostly because social media was JUST up and coming and cell phones took horrible pictures and only the rich kids had them). Not to mention, you had to be one of those kids that would actually go out and participate in extracurricular activities instead of staying home studying and/or riding around with her older - not in high school - boyfriend.

When I began thinking about writing about this dreaded reunion, I happened to come across one of my favorite bloggers writing about her 20th. (You should check her out.) Thankfully, I am not in the same place she was when her 10th rolled around. I have a better grasp on who I am, what I am capable of, and I don't depend on nor care what other people think about me.

I even thought about breaking down the word "Reunion" to further justify my cynicism of it. Basically, in order to have a "reunion" you must be united in the first place and united we were not!

In closing, I will not be attending my 10th High School Reunion. Kudos to you if you attended or will attend yours!

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