Do I go to my high school reunion or not?

I got the invitation a couple of weeks ago (on Facebook, natch) and I guess I sort of want to go. But not really. Could I be any more obtuse?

The few people I have talked to about it say I should go, because when I’m eighty I will regret not going. I don’t know. Will I care about any of those people more when I’m eighty than I do now?

If I go, I am not bringing E. He does NOT need to stand around and make small talk with a bunch of strangers from 20 years ago in MY history. That’s just unfair to him.

A few of my friends from back then appear to be going. They are all moms and married and grown up and stuff. I, on the other hand, live in sin, make fart jokes, and want a baby sloth. They moved to the suburbs-or to other countries-for floor space and real estate. I live in someone else’s basement. I wonder how much we have in common.

I am mildly curious about some of the people who have not signed up. Did that one guy ever get a girlfriend? Did that other one get his space epic novel published? Did that guy go to jail like I predicted?

Also, the anxiety. Like many kids, High School was a very anxious time for me. And now I have anxiety about the anxiety and that is too much anxiety.

What would you do? Go all Cowboy Astronaut like Homer Simpson? Go at all? Or stay home and drink wine?

5 Comments to “Reunion?”

  1. By Beth, May 19, 2010 @ 6:04 pm

    I went to my 25th High School reunion. I was amazed to learn that many of those Catholic Girl’s High School students were still Catholics. I don’t know why that surprised me, but it did. Someone at the podium did an informal survey – by show of hands, and we found who had come the farthest, who had the most kids, who was now a grandmother and finally, who had a rosary in her purse. I’d say over 50% pulled them out and I was stunned.
    Predictably, when asked about jobs, we represented the jobs they sold to women in the 50’s. We were a good mix of teachers, nurses and secretaries with a couple nuns thrown in. I suppose there were other jobs represented but no one thought to ask.
    What struck me as I looked around the room: “why am I sitting here with this large room full of middle aged women?” and then it hit me that I was a middle aged woman. That was a downer. I had never thought of myself that way.
    It wasn’t scarey though. It was just funny. No anxiety because I didn’t really remember most of them and didn’t give a flying fart what they thought of me.
    If you go with that attitude, you can enjoy the strangeness of seeing 18 year old people suddenly age before your eyes.

  2. By Derek K. Miller, May 19, 2010 @ 11:14 pm

    Go. The anxiety of high school, in my experience, is just gone. By the 20th reunion, people have grown up in whatever way. It’s interesting to see what each of them has become, and to show what you have become too—what aspects of the kids you knew are still there, and which ones have changed.

    You will be shocked at how much older people look, but it makes sense: you’re all over twice the age you were when you graduated. There will be interesting stories, and boring ones. You may hit it off with people you hated back then, or maybe not, but it’s neat to find out either way.

    Make sure you get some photos too. They’re fun to look at later.

  3. By Liz, May 19, 2010 @ 11:36 pm

    OK, you both have convinced me. Curiosity killed the cat and the reunion-goer. Derek, I will certainly take my camera. It’ll be good. I hope.

  4. By Arwen, May 20, 2010 @ 6:56 pm

    You and Gen! Did you have a 10 year? I can’t remember.

  5. By Liz, May 20, 2010 @ 9:32 pm

    We didn’t have a 10 year. Nobody was organized, I guess.

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