In just over a week, my high school graduating class will hold their 10 year reunion. I will not be attending. Interestingly enough, I’ve been friended on Facebook by several former classmates, and really, that’s good enough for me.
I don’t really like the idea of facing the reunion alone. I wasn’t popular. I was smart, quiet, fat, extremely self-conscious, a little crazy, and just didn’t get into all of the typical high school things. Oh, and I was in the band. I was not an extreme loser, but I was definitely a non-entity on the social radar.
Parties? only if they were sleepovers where we talked about boys, watched movies, and ate treats.
Boyfriends? Only in my diary.
The only good thing about this reunion is realizing that 10 years later, I’m not the same person I was back in high school. I have a successful career, loads more social skills, and a much stronger sense of worth.
I will admit to e-stalking the reunion profiles to see who’s married, who has kids, who has a shitty job, who has a better job than me, and just other general “where are they now.” Granted, I’ve gotten some of that info from the phenomenon that is Facebook, but it’s still interesting.
Overall, I think I’m doing alright. After all, I was in a magazine- how many of them can say that?
Well, good thing I wasn’t looking forward to attending. The reunion was last night and I completely forgot about it with all my being sick fun.