My 20 year high school reunion is coming up. The very thought makes me want to roll my eyes and not go.
Actually, I’ll do just that.
Reasons Why I’m Not Going
Let’s be real here. The only people who really want to go to the 20 year reunion are the ones who peaked in high school. (either that or people with a morbid curiosity-but more on that later)
“I Don’t Trust Anybody Who Looks Back On The Years 14-18 With Any Enjoyment. If You Liked Being A Teenager, There’s Something Wrong With You.” -Stephen King
And he’s a genius.
For those who “peaked”, High School was the highlight of their existence. They are excited to go and relive their “glory days.”
Me? I didn’t peak in high school, college or dental school.
Okay, it wasn’t that bad. But really I marched to the beat of my own drum and I gravitated toward others that were just as weird as me.
I think I just started peaking now and hopefully will continue until old age.
I do understand going to the 10 year reunion just for the sake of going. (that’s what I did)
But the 15 year is just silly and the 20 year is even more ridiculous.
Everyone I care to know from high school I already kept in touch with over the years, and none of them are going.
I once ran into someone I knew from high school that I hadn’t seen in years and instead of telling me, “Hey, Caroline! How are things? Haven’t seen you in years!”
She instead she surveyed me with narrowed eyes from head to toe as I removed my 8 layers of clothing that cold winter’s day in the hair salon and said, “A tank top? In winter?”
“Hello to you too!”, I said to her.
That’s “Exhibit A” of why I don’t need to go to my 20 year reunion.
Is it my fault I’m allergic to all things wool and cashmere and have to resort to wearing multiple layers of cotton to keep warm? It’s okay I hate sweaters anyway.
(That is not a sexy look)
My distaste of sweaters alone was enough to propel me to Miami where I’ll live out the rest of my winters where I can live in a “tank top without judgment zone”.
Morbid curiosity caused my friends and I to go to the 10 year reunion.
I no longer have that curiosity about the 20 year.
The only good thing about it was the chocolate fountain.
Sadly, that’s… about… it.
Actually, if i can be guaranteed that there will be a chocolate fountain at this one too, then I’m booking a ticket….No I’m not.
The ones who peaked in high school still kept the same group of friends and actually married into that group and never met anyone else along the way.
At age 28, they were the same people. They didn’t grow or change.
They didn’t suddenly become friendlier or nicer or more mature.
The same groups of people at our school they judged and teased, they still did at age 28.
No sudden life changes or epiphanies for them. How sad.
The rest of us did. We mutated into something better than we were in high school.
We went off and tried new things, met new people and changed.
None of us should be the same people we were in high school. Why should we?
Adolescence was a time in our lives when we were not fully formed yet, physically, emotionally and spiritually.
We were only seedlings!
If you don’t agree, that’s okay.
The dreaded questions!!!
As for me, I’ll save my frequent flyer miles for a real vacation rather than a trip down non-existent memory lane where I relive 4 years of a time in my adolescence that I would rather forget and be bombarded with questions like:
“So what do you do? Where do you live? Kids? Husband? What’s your brand of peanut butter?”
But to be honest none of us should ever really “peak” anytime. We’re all works in progress. Maybe we’ll all eventually peak 2 seconds before we die at age 100 and then we have to start all over in the next life!
Onward and upward!