I never understand why people get frustrated that I won’t go to any high school reunions--particularly people who know that I didn’t enjoy high school. I still keep in touch with a handful of awesome people from that time, and that suits me fine. The rest--I wish them well, but I’m not interested in going to a party with them.
“But you get to see all the people,” they say.
Well, obviously, if I liked the people, I would have liked high school. It wasn’t as though I had an issue with the buildings and the landscaping.
“But you get to see how they’ve changed.”
And I’m like, are people going to be saying these same things to former prisoners from Abu Ghraib fifteen years from now?
“I’m organizing an Abu Ghraib reunion! You just have to go; you’ll get to see everyone you miss!”
“I don’t miss anyone. It was years of detention and torture.”
“But you get to reminisce about old times! People will bring old pictures of everyone being stacked up on top of each other! I know Amahl is bringing a waterboard--remember when that was trendy?”
Try this: I was not invited to my 10 year high school reunion. There were 13 of us. And I was *not invited*. That’s pretty fucked up.
Not that I would have gone. Hate those guys.
I went to my 10 year class reunion. I bought a new outfit. I walked in the front door and a former classmate took one look at me and in the most sarcastic way possible said “My, don’t we look festive?”
I should have turned around and walked out. As it was, I left after an hour. Bastards. My 25th should be this year. I have not received an invitation. Not that I’m planning on going but still, it would be nice to be invited.
totally.
I completely agree. People could not understand why I had zero interest in my 20 year reunion. I didn’t like those people in high school, why would I pay money to hang out with them 20 years later???
ha!
actually greg, i definitely felt the same way, but i went to my 20 and had a ball.
people did change, times did change, and at the very least, since it had been the full 20 years since i had seen or heard from anyone, it made for a crazy (but good) psychological experience.
I went to my 20th - money and time I’ll never get back.
Preachin’ to the choir ma fren.
Word.
Yeah - my tenth is this summer, and I can’t decide what I want to do. The more I think about it, the more I keep remembering the last thing I ever thought while a student at my high school. We were sitting in the gym at a senior class assembly, and I was surrounded by people I didn’t understand or like who were making crazy fools out of themselves while watching a slide show full of people I barely knew - and I thought, “I never want to see any of these people again.” Of course, that was an overstatement - I had good friends that I love to see today - but in general, I think it still holds true…
Facebook. Online class reunion so-to-speak.