It's that time again.
You: What time is it?
Me: C'mon. You can do better than that.
You: (in a loud crunk-tastic type of voice)What time is it?!!?
It's reunion time. Not my reunion, but I will say that my 10 year high school reunion is coming up oh so very soon; and to be frank, I'm a little worried about it. I have an entire year before this even happens, but I feel it creeping ever so slowly, so carefully, it's making the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up.
One may even say that my 10 year reunion may be my greatest fear...well...I'm not going to go THAT far, but let's say that it's pretty close. We'll say that it's number 3 on my list. (God and the IRS are 1 and 2).
I still don't understand the point of a high school reunion anyway. Why do I want to reunite with a bunch of people that I either...
A) see/talk to on a somewhat normal basis
B) know all about thanks to their facebook profiles
C) only kind of kicked it with
D) never liked in the first place
With the Internet and sites like facebook, the whole reunion thing just kind of fizzles down because you have access to all the people you would even bother to spend time with. On top of that, I went to school in Jasper, all I have to do is show up at Wal-Mart the weekend of the reunion and I'll see everybody.
But let's attack this on a different level. I know that some people now lead fascinating lives. Someone may think that I lead a fascinating life, but the last thing I want to do is talk about what I've been doing for the last ten years. I feel like I tell my parents that already (it would be a severe injustice for me to repeat what I tell my parents verbatim). Besides...my life is pretty boring...what I do is great, but my life is fairly boring. I'm writing a note, that should tell you how boring my life can be.
I was never a big party goer in high school, I'm not really much of one now. I hang and try to be social, but nine times out of ten, it doesn't do anything for me. I do have some fun, but I could have had that fun elsewhere.
I think the whole point of a reunion is just to see how much a person has (or hasn't) changed. If I do show up, expect me to look like the polar opposite of what I looked like in high school. I will have long hair, a braided beard, a bucket hat (maybe a top hat) with a fresh pair of Aviators. And if I have to, I will be 7 ft tall ( I do know how to walk in a pair of stilts).
Is it all about remembering how dorky we were in high school? Because if that's the case, I don't need to remember, I already know. But on the real, we were all kind of dorky in high school because we weren't even whole people yet, we were still kids doing very immature things. The only difference between that and adulthood is that we took all the dorky things we were in to and decided to make money from it (you like crunching numbers, boom you're an accountant or an engineer, or even a math teacher). But even back then, not all of us knew what we were dorky about...it was more of a guilty pleasure to some, but you either figured it out or are still in the process of figuring it out.
I do dread going to my ten year reunion, but I will probably go. Hopefully everybody there will be more like me...realizing that we are all getting old. We will all be knocking on 30 years. Granted, 30 isn't what it used to be...but it's still 30. I'm old enough to do everything in this world except run for president (which I don't want to do anyway), and retire (something I can't wait to do). Part of me wants to skip ahead to 65.
The only good thing about me going to my reunion will be who I take with me (it's great to be with someone you just like/enjoy); and if everything goes well for us, I will be at her 10 year reunion the next year. That way, I'll just breeze on through her's, easy as pie...no sweat.
Class of '99 enjoy your reunion.
Class of 2000, maybe I'll see you there...I got a year to think about it.
Class of '01, perhaps if I'm lucky.
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